To Dare A SEAL (Sin City SEALs 2)

He chuckled. “You’ll get your turn.”

“But—” She closed her eyes as his finger slid beneath the small knot of polka-dot fabric nestled between her breasts. He pulled it forward. And she opened her eyes to see him stealing a peek at her breasts. “I want to go first,” she said.

To dominate. To win. To leave you wanting.

“Not a chance, Natalie.” His finger brushed the side of her breast. She gasped. Oh God, she wanted to melt into his touch.

“Jack.”

“That’s it, darlin’,” he murmured, his fingers moving up and down the sides of her breasts, teasing, tempting…and then he stopped.

“Jack,” she pleaded.

No, no, no! Do not beg.

“Take off your bikini top,” he said. “Let me in. Let me see you.”

She reached for the closure at her back and released the top. The straps slid off her shoulders, and she tossed the bikini beside her shirt.

“Natalie.” He dropped to his knees and set the jar of paint by her feet. Still staring at her bare breasts, he dipped one hand into chocolate and scooped out a handful. “Please place your hands behind your head,” he said as he rubbed his palms together.

This time, she obeyed. She raised her arms, pressed her palms against her hair, and interlaced her fingers. The sight of this man at her feet—

He reached up and wrapped his large, powerful hands around her oh-so-average-sized breasts. Leaving behind a pair of handprints, he traced lines over her skin. His thumbs brushed back and forth over her nipples. Sensation rippled through her. She was so close to giving in and letting him claim every inch of her. So close—

He leaned forward, his height offering an advantage even though he was on his knees, and licked the underside of one breast. And she moaned. The sound filled the entryway.

“Tell me,” she demanded. “What did you want while you watched me from the other side of the bar?”

“This.” His hands moved to the button on her shorts. He left chocolate marks as he freed the closure and drew the zipper down. Then he pulled her shorts down her legs. “Kick them off.”

She sent her shorts flying across the room as he dipped his hand into the body paint again. And now she was standing in front of the one man she’d never planned to fall for wearing only her underwear.

“I wanted you.” He drew a chocolate line from her chest to the top of her panties. “I wanted a peek behind your defenses.” His tongue ran over her skin, licking up the path. When he reached the fabric, he paused.

“My underwear isn’t a barricade waiting to be stormed,” she said.

He laughed. “Nine times out of ten, you turned your back to me when I came into the bar. And I’ve been dying to find out if your ass feels as good as it looks.”

“Jack.” She struggled to add a note of warning to her voice. But he ignored her. His chocolate-covered hands ran up the backs of her thighs and slipped beneath her underwear.

“Perfect,” he murmured.

“You wanted to see me naked,” she said, staying focused on their sexual connection.

“Yes.” He glanced up at her. “And I wished to slip behind the invisible walls you erected the moment I walked in the door. I’ve dreamed about touching you. But Natalie, I also want to learn more about the fierce woman who appears so damn determined to keep everyone at arm’s length. All that fire—it must be protecting something.”

“Me,” she said softly. She kept the world away, protecting her heart from another loss, another rejection. And another wrong turn that would end in guilt and pain.

“You’re safe with me.” He leaned forward and drew the top of her underwear away from her stomach with his teeth. His tongue darted out, licking her skin.

“Jack.” She arched her back and pressed her hips forward against his lips. She wanted more, so much more, here in the entryway, where it didn’t count toward the future. This wasn’t about the bet. The way his tongue slid lower and lower beneath her underwear…the feel of his hands cupping her ass…that was all that mattered right now.

He gently released her panties as his hands slid out from her backside and stripped her naked.

“Step out and spread your legs,” he said. “Let me in. Let me taste you.”

“You can’t possibly…”