To Tempt a SEAL (Sin City SEALs 1)

She took a tentative step forward. “Lie down flat.”

His abs contracted as he leaned back and stretched his arms overhead.

She paused at the foot of the bed. “Close your eyes,” she said softly.

For a second, she thought he would protest. But he simply took one last look, his gaze lingering on her breasts until anticipation rippled through her. And then he obeyed and rested his head on the comforter.

With the robe still covering her waist, she climbed onto the bed and crawled to his wrists.

Do I dare?

In the morning, the fantasy might shatter into a million pieces. But he was here now. And he wanted her.

Her gaze dropped to his thick cock. Thinking of how he’d touched himself, she wrapped her fingers around him.

“Last chance to tie me up,” he growled, his hips lifting into her touch. “Do it now.”

She released him and slid the bathrobe tie under his wrists. The headboard didn’t really offer a place to wrap the cloth around. Unless she wanted to bind him to the nightstand, she would have to settle for tying his wrists together. She completed the bow and knelt beside him, admiring her work.

“With your training, you could probably break free anytime you choose,” she said, her gaze moving over the six-foot-plus Navy SEAL on her bed.

“In a heartbeat,” he confirmed, opening his eyes. “But those training exercises are about escaping a situation. Right now, the last thing I’m looking for is a way out.”

His words were measured and controlled. But the wild look in his eyes begged for unrestrained satisfaction.

She bent over and kissed him hard. She pressed her palm against his chest and ran her hand over his abs. Her hair fell forward, covering his face and chest. As she deepened the kiss, her fingers brushed the tip of his cock, and she moaned against his lips. She wanted him just like this—the need clear and present in his green eyes and her body on fire with yes-I-dare desire.

He broke the kiss, and his chest rose and fell as he drew in quick, measured breathes. “No more teasing.”

She sat up, the hint of a smile on her face. “No more.”

She slipped off the bed and retrieved a condom from her purse. She rejoined him, straddled his thighs, and tore the foil packet open.

“Don’t play with me,” he warned. “I haven’t been this close to losing control since I was a teenager.”

“I can’t wait any longer,” she said, feeling the truth of her words through every inch of her body.

She rolled the condom on him, savoring his fierce groan. With one last glance at the wicked, wild fantasy lying bound beneath her, she positioned him beneath her and sank down.

His hips thrust up, punctuating his sentences. “I need you to hold on tight. This is going to be hard and fast. Next time, I’ll take it slow. I swear. But right now, I’m out of my mind.”

“Don’t hold back,” she murmured, leaning her head back. She matched his frantic pace, grinding her body into his. The robe flowed around her like a cape. And right now, in this moment, she felt like the perfect match for the superhero SEAL bucking beneath her.

She fell forward and placed her hands on his chest. Her world narrowed down to the feel of him filling her…the pressure against her clit…the pleasure. There was no space here for her past and her insecurities. Not with this man taking her.

“Oh, God,” she whispered.

“Say my name again,” he barked, pumping into her.

She felt him straining toward the end goal, no longer bothering to hold back. Maybe he’d climbed onto her bed with a road map, an idea of the right way to do this. But she had a feeling he’d abandoned it, losing himself to base need. Losing himself with her…

The thought brought her to the edge, too, suddenly, powerfully. She screamed his name as she collapsed on his chest, her legs trembling from an orgasm that deserved a place in the record books. She closed her eyes, determined to memorize this feeling, the sensations bound to this place, and to—God help her—this man.

“Cade,” she whispered. “Cade.”

“Right here with you.” He thrust up one last time. A low groan filled the room, his body tensing and straining beneath her. And then he stilled, the only movement the rise and fall of his chest as he gasped for air.

Slowly, she sat up, their bodies still joined as she stared down into his warm eyes. The desire had faded, replaced with something that looked an awful lot like awe.