To Seduce a SEAL (Sin City SEALs 3)

“When a beautiful woman starts taking off her clothes, I’m not stupid enough to critique her method,” he said, his gaze fixed on her bare breasts. “This isn’t part of your lessons, honey. Because trust me, I’m going to make damn sure you have the skills to fend off an attacker fully dressed.”

She reached for her skirt, still bunched at her waist, and wrestled with the zipper. “So I don’t have the ‘How to Striptease In Front of the Bad Guys’ lesson to look forward to?”

“No. You keep your clothes on in front of your enemies. But you want the secret to getting naked like a SEAL?”

She nodded as she pushed her skirt down over her hips. It fell to the floor at her feet. She stepped out, which left her in low heels and her black silk underwear.

“Fast,” he said.

She kicked off her shoes.

“Good. Now please, take off your panties and get on the bed. Every second that you draw this out? It’s pure torture. The best kind. But I can’t take much more.”

She hooked her thumbs in the elastic band. “I’ll take mine off if you lose yours.”

He stood and removed his briefs. His long, thick cock stood ready and waiting for her. She followed his lead and tossed her panties aside. But she kept her gaze fixed on him.

/> I did it. I seduced the SEAL.

And now she got to claim her prize. The man who wanted her. Just her.

Chapter Eleven

Dante stood naked in the hotel room and stared at the woman who’d won over legions of fans. He felt like a fool opening up to her and telling her that he didn’t want to pretend anymore. But the SEAL and the French maid, the bodyguard and the star, the teacher and the librarian—those sexy-as-hell scenarios all led to meaningless sex. And he’d promised himself no more flings.

She could be the exception to the rule.

But Chrissie Tate, country sweetheart, deserved better. She shouldn’t have to be someone else to climb into bed with him. Plus, this wasn’t meaningless—not to him—even if it did come with an end date.

“Come here, honey.” He drew her into his arms and claimed her lips. He felt the give as her body melted against his. And he gently turned her and guided her movements until the back of her legs touched the bed. Then he drew back. “Lie down on the bed. On your back.”

Yeah, his words sounded like a command. But he liked calling the shots. He’d asked her to stop pretending, and he planned to do the same.

She turned, offering one helluva view of her perfect backside, and climbed up on the smooth surface of sheets and blankets. Then she rolled onto her back and stared up at him.

“Don’t move.” He stepped back and turned to the bathroom door. “I need to get a condom.”

Inside the bathroom, he moved quickly and rifled through his toiletries bag as if conducting a search. He didn’t give a damn if his travel-sized shampoo bottle rolled away and he never saw it again. He needed that condom. Now. He couldn’t leave her waiting too long. He didn’t want her to start second-guessing herself.

Bingo! His hand closed around the plastic packet. He returned to the bedroom, tore open the packet, and covered himself.

Then he joined her on the bed. He placed his hands on her bare legs, spread her limbs, and settled himself between them. He leaned forward and placed his left elbow on the mattress. He wrapped his free hand around his cock and nudged at her entrance. And let out a low, needy moan.

Jesus.

He slid the head of his dick against her wet folds, not even an inch inside, and he was close to losing it. He hoped like hell she wasn’t expecting a buffet of sexual positions designed to push that flexible little body of hers to the limits. Right now, he wanted her too damn much.

“I want you just like this. Straight up missionary.” He growled, staring down into her blue eyes. He rocked his hips forward and slid inside another inch. She moaned, and he pressed forward. She was so damn tight, and it had been a freaking long time for his eager dick. Too long. He wasn’t going to last beyond the first few thrusts. “Sorry if this bores you to tears. Next time, you can ride me, or I’ll take you from behind. But right now…I can’t, honey.”

…

Chrissie didn’t have a lot of experience with sex. But she knew that if missionary was his idea of boring, she might not survive another position.

“This…” She moaned, a low sound that began at her core and rippled up through her and momentarily erased her ability to speak.

“I’m not…” she began again. But then one of his hands slipped underneath and wrapped around her backside. He tilted her hips up and thrust deeper.

“Chrissie.” He gasped.