To Dare A SEAL (Sin City SEALs 2)

“Yes. When it comes to the ‘good parts’ in my stories, I have a one-track mind.” He leaned forward and brushed his lips over her shoulder. “I need you to turn around before I continue.”

She shifted and he released the fabric, watching as it slipped over her skin and revealed her chest. He stared, trying like hell to draft an impromptu fairytale in his head when all he wanted to do was fall to his knees and worship her tits. He was pretty damn sure he could make her feel like royalty with his tongue instead of his words.

“Go on,” she said, raising her hands to her breasts.

“The prince knew he’d lose his fucking mind if he ever got this woman alone,” he said, his gaze fixed on her hands as he reached for the loose dress clinging to her hips. “The thought of her naked…”

One tug and the gray material pooled at her feet. She still wore the shoes they’d purchased during her shopping dare, but nothing else. Jack lowered one knee to the ground and reached for the zipper on her right foot.

The temptation to run his lips over her legs, licking his way up her thighs—he focused on her feet as if he cared about her shoes. He quickly released the second zipper and stood up. If he stayed down there too long, he would bury his face between her legs and taste her. End of story.

“The thought of her naked left him speechless?” she asked, kicking off her shoes.

“Yeah.”

She lifted her breasts and pushed them together. Her thumbs teased her nipples. And he had to touch her. Placing his hands on her hips, he drew her close.

He growled and fought to find the words. “It blew his mind. He wanted to lift her up, carry her to bed, and toss her onto the petals.”

“Oh, God…”

His mouth formed a thin line. She needed more. He knew she wasn’t ready until she added “Jack” to her heavenly pleas.

“But he wanted to make love to the princess on her terms. He wanted to earn her trust.

”

“He has it,” she said softly. “The princess—she was hiding behind fear. But not anymore.”

He fought the temptation to toss her over his shoulder, follow the roses straight to the bed, and prove she meant what she said. But he wasn’t here to test her.

“You’re interrupting,” he said.

“Sorry. Please continue.”

“The prince offered her three wishes.” He ran his hands over her ass and rocked his hips. “Wish number one…”

He lifted his gaze to her face and raised an eyebrow. This was her call.

She released her breasts, placed her hand on his chest, and gave him a light push. “I wish Prince Charming would sit down on the rose petals and tell me more.”

He backed away from her, careful to avoid the romantic flower obstacle course on the carpet. The back of his calves touched the bedframe and he sat. “Tonight, he wanted the princess to pick the position,” he said. “Did she want to be on top of him, grinding against him? Or pinned to the bed beneath—”

“On top,” she said as she approached the bed. She placed one knee on either side of his hips, rested her hands on his shoulders, and sank into his lap. She was wet and hot and ready. “To start,” she added.

He groaned as his hand ran over her back and down to her ass. “Darlin’ tell me what you need from me. I’ll do whatever I can to make it happen. But I’m not sure how much longer I’ll be able to string together coherent sentences.”

She rocked her hips against him.

“Natalie,” he growled. He wanted to come inside her, not pressing up against her like this.

“May I use my second wish?” she asked.

“Anything.”

“I wish for a condom.”

“You don’t need to waste a wish on that.” He turned his head and scanned the sheets. He’d seen a few tossed among the rose petals as if Natalie had been thinking ahead to this moment. “Protection is included along with your favorite sexual position.”