To Seduce a SEAL (Sin City SEALs 3)

She let out a low moan. He’d pushed her beyond words. Something sharp, something witty would be waiting for her later…after…not now…

Oh God!

One hand released her hip. But he didn’t stop slamming into her as he slid his hand around and found her clit.

She screamed and fell apart, losing herself in the pleasure.

Minutes later, she collapsed on the bed, her stomach pressed against the sheets. And he moved with her, still covering her, still inside. But she’d heard him cry out. Through her loud moans, she’d felt a sharp pang of excitement, knowing he was following her into orgasm-land.

“We’re going to have to try that again,” he murmured.

“I make a horrible librarian,” she agreed. “But I have this cheerleading skirt, if you’re interested.”

He groaned. His mouth nipped at her shoulder as if he needed to remind himself that she was there, and not the librarian of his imagination.

“I bet you’d make a damn good cheerleader.” He shifted his weight off her and collapsed on the bed by her side.

“And I’ll earn another orgasm?” She pushed off the bed and stood, looking down at him with her skirt bunched around her waist. “If I change?”

He propped himself up on his elbows and offered a tempting view of his supersized abs. “Honey, after your show tonight, I’m going to make you come over and over until you beg for mercy and sleep.”

And until she forgot all about her parents’ fight and the problems she needed to face. He didn’t say the words, but she knew he was on a mission for more than pleasure. This was his way of taking care of her.

And she planned to do the same for him—in a very short skirt.

Chapter Fourteen

Dante could survive on an hour’s sleep. During some ops, he performed on a lot less. But watching Chrissie during sound check the next afternoon in yet another new venue, he had a feeling she probably should have spent the hours after they’d returned to her room sleeping instead of trying out her cheerleading costume.

But he wouldn’t trade the memory of her straddling him in the short skirt for anything. He grinned. It had been one helluva ride. He wasn’t complaining. Still, someone had to take care of her. And he knew exactly what she needed right now.

“Naptime,” he said as she exited the stage and handed the microphone off to Hank.

“I’ll have to settle for coffee,” she said. “I don’t have time to go back to the hotel. This city is a little more spread out than Vegas.”

“Lie down in the greenroom.” He took her arm and steered her to the cramped space that held a small sofa.

“I can’t. Not here,” she protested. “This space is for everyone.”

“I’ll stand guard.” He released her and moved to the door. “Now lie down and close your eyes. If anyone comes looking for you, I’ll handle them.”

After he gave the room the all clear, he left Chrissie on the sofa with strict instructions to sleep. Then he closed the door and positioned himself in front of it.

“Dante,” Mason called as he rounded the corner wearing another pair of his fashionably destroyed jeans. “Where’s Chrissie? I need to talk to her about—”

“Not now.” He crossed his arms in front of his chest and flexed his biceps. “She’s resting.”

“But the label needs—”

Dante summoned the glare he generally reserved for the bad guys. “She needs to rest.”

Mason’s eyebrows shot up. And yeah, her young manager wasn’t born yesterday. He’d witnessed that kiss during the music video, and he’d seen them together since then. But Dante didn’t want Mason speculating about Chrissie’s sex life. Not with him or anyone else.

Because there better not be another man in her bed.

He pushed the sharp pang of jealousy away. She wasn’t his. Not beyond today, maybe tomorrow and, if his knee didn’t get up to speed, the day after that. He needed to keep a tight rein on his possessive feelings.

Hell, this was why he avoided flings. He wanted to go all-in for the woman in his life—and in his bed. He led with his heart, not his mind. And right now, he could use a little logic, which would tell him that a woman whose career pulled her in ten different directions and a man who had a difficult time trusting that history wouldn’t repeat while he spent the foreseeable future abroad—they didn’t have a future together. They had right now.