To Tempt a SEAL (Sin City SEALs 1)

He held her shoes for her as he stood. “Are you ready, gorgeous?”

She nodded and took his hand, allowing him to lead the way to the stairs. They reached the bouncer. The man was larger than Cade, but with half the muscle. Cade leaned close to the man’s ear, careful to keep her out of earshot. The bouncer went from half asleep to alert and spoke into the radio attached to his wrist within seconds.

After the man moved away from the stairs, Lucia moved closer to Cade. “What did you say to him?”

“I may have suggested I saw someone cheating at the craps table,” he said, scanning the area. Moving quickly, he unhooked the velvet rope and led her up the darkened stairs. She went willingly, excitement pounding through her veins.

“Here,” he said when they reached a dark corner cabana. The doors leading to the interior poolside room appeared closed and locked, but a pair of lounge chairs covered in dark blue cushions remained on the balcony overlooking the club.

“Turn around,” he murmured as he moved behind her. His fingers toyed with the straps of her red dress and lowered them down her shoulders. “And tell me what you see.”

“People.” She gasped as he drew her dress down to her waist, revealing her black lace bra to the night air. Her nipples pebbled, begging for his touch. “Everywhere.”

Her breasts were left wanting as his hand moved to her legs and lifted her skirt until it bunched at her waist. A thrill ran through her. All those people below, and yet she was on the verge of losing herself in this moment. Being here, with him, felt wild and wanton, so far removed from the walls holding her trapped in her life back home.

“When you come…” His fingers teased the edge of her lace thong, and she spread her legs, opening for him. “When you scream my name, will they hear you?”

“No,” she gasped. His finger slipped beneath the edge of her underwear. “Maybe. I don’t care.”

“Does this fit your fantasy? Is this what you want?” he demanded. “Tell me.”

She turned to face him and looped her arms around his neck. His hand moved over her, and his fingers ran down her backside, touching, exploring. Her hips rocked against him, demanding friction.

“I want you,” she said. “Make me scream your name. Over and over. I don’t care if they hear. I want the fantasy. Please.”

She saw a flash of hesitation in his eyes. Had she said too much? Pushed too far? But it vanished as quickly as it had appeared. Thank goodness. If he walked away now, leaving her body begging for release, she might never recover.

“I want to taste you.” He cupped her jaw, and his fingers brushed the place where the mask met her skin. Then his lips claimed hers. He opened her mouth with his tongue and explored every inch. When he broke the kiss, his breath came in sharp, needy gasps.

“Jesus…” she murmured.

“How would you feel about a doubleheader?” he asked. “Two and three right here. On that chair with hundreds of people dancing below.”

“Yes. Please.” She was begging now, but she didn’t give a damn.

“Thank God.” He swept her into his arms as if she was light as a feather and gently laid her down on the cushions. Some rich, possibly famous person had probably paid a fortune to sunbathe on this lounge before the hotel’s pool transformed into a nightclub. And now she was lying here with her designer dress decorating her waist, her underwear exposed.

She turned her head to one side and watched as he moved to the foot of the chair and lowered down to his knees.

“Spread your legs for me,” he ordered.

She obeyed, resting her head back and closing her eyes. His hands moved up her thighs and guided them apart. With one hand, he shifted her underwear to the side.

“You’re glistening under the moonlight.” His breath teased the parts of her body waiting and hoping for Mr. Panty Melting’s kiss. “I can see all of you. And I fucking love that you’re bare.”

His fingers touched her smooth folds, drawing circles around her clit. Her hips bucked up, and her thighs clenched.

“Keep your legs spread,” he demanded, withdrawing his hands. “Or I’ll tie you up.”

Heat flared in her core, and she felt the parts of her body level with his eyes pulse with need. “Do it,” she whispered.

She heard movement, followed by his hands slipping her feet into her shoes. Gently, he wrapped the ribbon around her ankle and the chair’s metal leg. After securing the binding with a tight knot, he moved to the other foot and repeated the process.

“Better,” he said, running his hand up her bound leg.

She felt his broad shoulders, still covered by his tuxedo jacket, between her thighs. Later, once they’d crossed off a few more items on her list, she wanted to see him stripped down. She wanted to explore his too-perfect body. And maybe learn his fantasies.

His tongue lapped at her entrance. Once. Twice. And she pushed aside thoughts of his fantasies. Her world was reduced to his mouth. Tasting. Teasing…