To Dare A SEAL (Sin City SEALs 2)

“You only need to answer one question, Jack. Do you like me like this?” She rocked her hips up as her feet pressed into the bedding. “Or like this?” She lowered her hips and straightened her legs until her feet reached opposite corners of the bed.

“Like that,” he growled.

Maybe she looked ready and willing to submit with her legs spread as if bound by imaginary satin sashes to opposite corners of the bed, and her arms reaching overhead. But

nothing was holding her down. And she was still calling the shots.

“I dare you to climb up on the bed,” she said. “And let me prove you wrong. We’re done playing.”

“We are?” He placed one knee on the bed between her spread legs. Then he reached up and placed one hand on either side of her breasts. His other knee touched the bed as he shifted his upper body over her. Slowly, he lowered his hips until his cock brushed the trimmed curls between her legs.

“You need a condom,” she said, forcing her eyes to remain open, her gaze locked with his. She wouldn’t be the first one to look away and lose herself in the moment.

“Not just yet.”

“Jack—”

He allowed his hard length to slide back and forth over her, teasing her clit. And she gasped.

“Don’t move, Natalie. Let me play.”

She tilted her hips and felt his cock glide over the part of her body that was wet and ready to draw him in. Smiling down at her, he pinned her to the bed with his lower body.

“I wish I had those black silk ties right now,” he murmured, shifting back and forth without offering her room to move.

She gritted her teeth, fighting back the threatening orgasm. But oh God, with his cock swirling over her clit…the mental picture from his story…those ties…

“Condom,” she gasped, lowering her hand and searching the bedspread beside her hip for the packet. “Now.”

“Not yet,” he growled.

He rocked faster and faster, pushing her so close to coming. But she couldn’t let him win this round. Abandoning her search for the condom, she waited until he lifted his hips and reached between them. She wrapped her fingers around his wet, slick cock and began to pump, gliding her thumb through the moisture at the top.

“You’re ready.” She kept her eyes locked on his face, watching as his resolution faded. “You don’t need a warm-up.”

“Fuck.” He closed his eyes and let his head fall back. His biceps bulged as he worked to keep his upper body off her and thrust his hips into her hand. Once. Twice. And then he groaned as he came.

I win this round. The warm-up round.

She eased her hand out from between their bodies.

But once you recover, I’m going to let you win the game and claim victory.

Chapter Sixteen

Fuck me.

And yeah, that was pretty much his only coherent thought as pleasure ripped through him. Once he was spent, he collapsed on the bed by her side.

Shit, maybe she did have the ultimate control, because instead of talking or sinking into her and making her come a second time, he’d exploded in her freaking hand.

“Ten minutes,” he murmured. “And then it is game on again.” He had to redeem himself after that little performance. “This time, we do it my way.”

“Hmm, well, your way didn’t get the job done,” she said.

“Is that another challenge?” he asked, turning on his side to look at her. He pressed his elbow into the mattress and allowed his head to rest against his hand. She’d dropped her hands to her sides, but he kept her legs straight and spread in a narrow V.

“Observation,” she murmured.