To Dare A SEAL (Sin City SEALs 2)

The bad thing was that now, having seen him naked and felt his hands rub her body…

Every time she closed her eyes, she pictured climbing up onto his gigantic hotel bed and stretching her arms overhead. And her imagination didn’t stop there. She pictured herself spreading her legs as he knelt between them, ready to sweep her off into the land of sweet dreams and orgasms.

“Natalie?” Her best friend’s voice pulled her out of the fantasy. “Are you okay?”

“Fine,” she said, refusing to look up at Cade. She couldn’t risk him seeing the stoked desire flowing through her.

“You sure? You look a little…flushed.”

She laughed, hoping that would mask her feelings. “Just mentally preparing to walk down the aisle looking like a blind and bat-shit crazy ballerina.”

“Do you want me to talk to Lucia?” he asked. “I don’t know if she can fix the crazy, but there’s a chance she’ll let you wear another dress.”

Natalie shook her head. “No. I owe my sister for sending you to Vegas to babysit her.”

And for leaving her alone with our drunken asshat of a foster father because my stupid need to rebel, to claim control of my life, trumped everything.

“If you change your mind, just say the word,” Cade said.

“Natalie, there you are,” Jack called as he headed over to her.

Great, now she was trapped in the corner, her back to the wall, shrimp in front of her, and a Navy SEAL on either side.

Except she had nothing to be nervous about. Not after that shower. She’d won, and Jack coming over here was the perfect opportunity for her to remind him of that fact.

“You look down,” she said to Jack. “Something not go according to plan?”

He raised an eyebrow at her and smiled. Yeah, he knew exactly what she was talking about.

“I have something you want,” he said.

Her eyes widened. She looked at Cade to keep from stealing a glance below the best man’s waistline. Thanks to this afternoon, she knew for a fact that his jeans, her fears, and the fact that he’d win the bet were the only obstacles between her and what she wanted. Oh, and the room full of friends and family.

Her best friend’s mouth formed a thin line. “I thought you promised,” Cade said. “No more one-liners.”

Jack laughed. “This time, it’s true. She left the bachelorette party favors in my room. I would have brought them down, but I didn’t want to reveal the surprise.”

Cade glanced at her and raised an eyebrow, but he didn’t say a word.

“Leave the bag at the front desk,” she said. “I’ll grab it later.”

“Sure you want to pick up a giant plastic bag from a sex toy shop from the bellhop?” Jack challenged. “I could bring it by your room later.”

“No, I’m—”

“I thought you were having a tea party,” Cade said, his arms dropping to his side. “What happened to champagne and chocolate—”

“Enough.” She turned to her best friend. “Cade, this party is for my sister. Unless Lucia decides to share her favor with you, it’s none of your business.”

“Fair enough,” Cade said, still frowning.

“Don’t try to weasel clues out of the best man,” she ordered. And then she turned to face Jack. “And you. Not another word about this afternoon.”

She pushed past Cade and headed for her sister. And she kept her head high. Dammit, she’d won this round—even if it had left her wanting a late night visit from a SEAL.

Three flirtatious waiters. Two tipsy social workers. And one drunken mother of the groom. Natalie scanned the private party room at Chocolatini. The bachelorette party site wasn’t that much different than Bottom’s Up—apart from the drunken mother of the groom and the scenery. The floor to ceiling windows looking out over the Strip offered a better view than her bar in Coronado. And the velvet couches and low coffee tables would have looked ridiculous alongside her wooden barstools.

But if she kept telling herself