To Seduce a SEAL (Sin City SEALs 3)

“Trust me,” he murmured, guiding her leg into place.

“Okay.”

He let out a low growl that hinted approval. His hands returned to her waist and drew her hips forward, toward his lips. Her left leg bent sharply and her right knee pressed into the back of the loveseat. The position felt precarious, impossible to maintain—

His tongue teased her through her panties, and she forgot about her legs.

“Dante,” she murmured. “What are you doing?”

“Be quiet and let me kiss you.” He drew her panties aside with one hand, and the other held tight to her bottom as if she might try to run away.

Never from this…

His tongue lapped at her, paused to draw circles around her entrance, and then dipped inside. Her muscles clenched in response, as if wishing to draw him in. But with her legs spread, she remained open and at his mercy.

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“Later, I’m going to bury myself inside you,” he murmured, a promise to the wet, needy place between her thighs. “But not yet.”

His tongue glided up to her clit, and then he went to work. The hotel room, the crazy costume she’d ordered from the sex toy store in one of the Sin City hotels, her reason for being in Vegas…it all faded.

Oh God…so good…

Someone was moaning. It took a moment for her to realize she was making that low, needy sound.

“More,” she pleaded. She’d seduce him later. After. Right now, she wanted to ride his mouth until she claimed the orgasm that had eluded her in the canyon earlier. No one was watching them now. No one knew he was here. This—his mouth buried between her legs—it was just for her.

“Ahhh…”

She fell apart, could do nothing more than offer him one garbled sound after another. For someone who wrote pitch-perfect lyrics about life, love, and even sex, she couldn’t manage a single word.

“Hmm…” She groaned as the pleasure radiated upward, through her…everywhere. Her muscles relaxed into his grip, and her weight sagged against him.

“Easy, honey,” he murmured. “I don’t think anyone can maintain that position for long.”

She felt his hands on her, shifting her body. Somehow she’d pitched her upper body over her raised leg. He adjusted her until the loveseat was at her back. She closed her eyes and held tight to the overwhelming sense of well-being radiating through her.

Why had she waited so long for this? All of the stress—her tour, her family—it faded into the background. The feeling that nothing could go wrong as long as she stayed right here, that sensation dominated everything.

“You okay, honey?”

She heard the note of humor in his tone.

“Shh,” she murmured. “I want to spend a little more time with that orgasm.”

“Take your time. I’ll be right here when you’re ready.”

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“You’re still here.”

Dante blinked open his eyes as the hotel room lights turned on overhead. Then he pushed himself into an upright position on the cramped loveseat. And for the first time in months, another part of his body challenged his knee for “the biggest pain in his ass” position. His back ached from sleeping on the sofa that would barely accommodate a kid, never mind a SEAL who towered over half his teammates.

“I fell asleep,” he muttered, glancing at the kitchenette in her suite. This top-of-the-line Vegas room had to have a coffeemaker. He scanned the counters and found his target. He turned to the woman who’d tried to seduce him last night—before she’d passed out. “Mind if I make coffee?”

“You’re still here, and I woke up in my bed, dressed…” She waved at the bedroom door.

“I carried you in there.” He stood and headed for the coffeemaker. “I didn’t want to disturb you by taking off your disguise. And you know, if the bad guys showed up in the middle of the night, it might have proved useful.”