To Tempt a SEAL (Sin City SEALs 1)

He should tell Lucia to stop. Just like he should have told her he’d been sent to watch out for her. She deserved to know the truth.

She slowed her hand near the tip of his dick and swept her thumb through the liquid that beaded up. He groaned. Hell, she deserved a gold medal in hand jobs.

“You like that?” she murmured. Her full, red lips curled into a mischievous smile he swore was designed to work alongside her touch, pushing him closer to the finish line.

“Yes,” he gasped. And she repeated the movement. But he needed more.

“What else? Just tell me what you need,” she said.

“Tight and fast.” His hand covered hers, showing her how to send their little trip to fantasyland barreling toward the goal line.

She grinned, a signal that she understood his instructions, so he released her hand and pressed his palm into the love seat. He looked around the room, half expecting to find wide-eyed stares. Maybe the hostess heading for their table, ready to kick them out.

But no one was looking at them. The other guests appeared enthralled with the frantic music coming from the piano.

Then Lucia’s other hand teased his balls and the rest of the room faded away. His gaze locked on hers. He’d witnessed her shy and embarrassed. He’d seen her tumble into pleasure. And he’d studied her near-orgasmic expression while she ate a piece of chocolate. But the look in her eyes right now threatened to do him in.

“Does it turn you on?” she asked. “Knowing all these people are nearby while I have your cock in my hand?”

“No.” It was by the grace of the crazy women causing a racket beside the piano that no one had glanced over at them. “It’s not them.” He reached his right hand up, wove his fingers through her salon-perfect hair, and drew her mouth to his. “It’s the wild, fun, beautiful woman sitting next to me.”

His tongue swept inside her mouth. She let out a soft moan. He might be holding back the truth, but when it came to his actions, he swore he’d give her everything he had.

Her hand tightened around him, stroking faster.

He grabbed a napkin off the table and quickly covered his lap. “Don’t stop. I’m going to come.”

Because one glance at her and he saw a bold, daring woman who knew what she wanted—him.

And he came so hard that all he could utter was a strangled gasp of pleasure.

He allowed the rush to wash over him and fade away. He’d been on covert missions that dialed the adrenaline up to one hundred, but this felt like the biggest damn thrill of his life.

He gently moved her hand away and went to work cleaning up and putting his very grateful dick back in his pants. She grinned as if she’d walked into dinner expecting to make him come under the table. Shit, maybe she had. Beneath her insecurities, she was the woman he’d met at the opening. A little brazen, and fun to the point that it was intoxicating.

“Looks like we finished just in time,” she said with a nod to the approaching server.

The man in the strange suit dropped off their entrees, then returned moments later with a clean glass of water. Lucia pushed her steaming plate away and reached for her paints.

“Not hungry?” Cade said.

“I need to paint your after portrait.” She flipped

to a fresh page in the sketchbook he’d bought for her and dipped her brush in the clean water.

“You don’t want to eat first?” he asked. “While it’s hot?”

She shook her head, her attention on the paper. “I want to capture the way you look right now.”

“Satisfied?”

She looked up at him from underneath her long lashes. “You look like a man who wants more.”

His smile faded as he cut into his steak. Between the hand job and those words, she’d pushed him off his axis tonight.

For so long, his life had been a series of missions. No girlfriends. No connections he couldn’t leave behind when the call came in to deploy. Sure, he had his dad. But his old man understood. And his mother had shifted her focus to her new life, closing herself off to the pain of having a loved one in harm’s way most of the year. Right now, his biggest commitment was to his dog. And he had joint custody that felt more like visitation with each deployment.

Hell, maybe he did want more. But every time he tried to put the pieces together in his head, they delivered him to his dad’s not so happy ever after.