To Dare A SEAL (Sin City SEALs 2)

He turned to her. “You’ve been planning this dare?”

“Yes.” She held out the Sizzling Secrets bag. “I went shopping before the wedding.”

He took the bag. With one handle in each hand, he opened it but kept his eyes on her. “May I?” he asked.

She nodded.

He withdrew the four lengths of black silk and glanced up at her. “You intended to seduce me with romance and bondage?”

“Yes.” She met his intense gaze briefly. Then she turned her attention to the ties in his hands. Had she made a mistake? She’d asked the store clerk to modify them, trimming off the silver rings at the end until they looked like the ones from his story.

“Natalie.”

She looked up at him, hoping for a hint of his give-me-your-panties grin. But his mouth formed a thin line as he studied her.

“What if I want to be more than the guy who ties you up?”

Her hope threatened to leap off a cliff. She glanced at the ties in his hand and her brow furrowed. “But I thought you wanted—”

“Not tonight.” He draped the black silk lengths over the back of the desk chair. “We’ll set these here.” Then he turned to her. “Tonight, I was hoping you’d tell me what you like.”

You. On top of me. Inside me. Pushing my boundaries and daring me to leave the past behind…

She stole a glance at the discarded ties. She’d planned to follow his lead and obey his commands tonight. Now, she felt like she’d stepped onto thin ice. Any moment, the surface might break and she’d lose him—for good this time.

“I’d like to know if you’re wearing underwear,” she said, reaching for light and playful.

“I’m not,” he said. And for the first time tonight, she detected a note of humor threaded with desire in his tone. Her hope soared.

You can do this. You can fight for happiness.

“Prove it.” She lowered her gaze to his crotch. She would seduce him tonight with or wit

hout the ties. She would not run away and hide. “Take off your clothes, Jack.”

He reached for the top button on his shirt. “What about you? Are you wearing panties under that dress?”

She followed his example, her fingers moving to the complex knot at her back. Once she loosened it, the twisted length running up her back would unravel, and the bands of fabric would fall off her shoulders and reveal her breasts.

“Don’t take off all of your clothes just yet,” he said. “I’ve spent the entire reception dreaming about you in that dress, my hands sliding under that rope at your back.”

She lowered her hands and waited for his command. Finally, she felt as if she’d stepped onto solid ground. This worked—him calling the shots one moment before handing the reins back to her.

This is why we fit. But what if he doesn’t see it?

“That doesn’t mean you can’t show me what you’re wearing underneath,” he said, pulling his tuxedo shirt free from his pants. He stripped it off and let it fall to the floor. “Lift your dress and show me.”

Desire ripped through her. She buried her fingers in the soft material by her thighs. Her fingers drew her dress higher and higher, revealing her legs inch by inch. He followed her hemline, barely blinking as he kicked off his shiny black shoes. By the time she reached her thighs, he’d slid his pants down his legs.

Jack Barnes could start a riot in a tux. But naked? She’d have to be crazy to walk away from that body. Add in the fact that man attached to that long, hard cock still wanted her after seeing her nearly crippling fears on display? After she’d run from him? And oh yes, she’d be bat-shit crazy to walk away again.

“Higher, Natalie,” he growled. His hands remained at his side.

She kept her movements slow and steady. She wanted to draw this out, but she could feel herself growing wet. She stole another glance at his long, hard length, then down his powerful legs. He stood with his feet planted hips distance apart. And he looked ready to pounce.

On her.

“You’re killing me, darlin’,” he said. “And if that’s what you want, I’m in. But know that I’m about five seconds away from falling to my knees and begging to see you.”