To Dare A SEAL (Sin City SEALs 2)

He located the shiny, square packet that looked nothing like a rose petal, and grabbed it off the sheets. She took it from him and tore it open. She reached between them and quickly covered him.

“Jack?” She raised her hips but stopped short of sinking down and burying his dick inside her.

“Yeah?” he gasped. If she demanded another chapter to the story—shit, he wasn’t sure he could deliver. He was about five seconds away from a serious reduction in his vocabulary. “Please” and “Natalie” would be the extent of his storytelling skills.

“I’ve never felt like a princess—I’ve never felt this happy,” she said, her brown eyes staring into his. “Until now. I want to thank you. For all of it.”

“There’s no fucking way I’m getting a pen and paper for you right now,” he said.

“I don’t need one.” She wrapped one hand around the base of his cock and guided him in.

His hands pressed into the mattress and his hips lifted to greet her. “Shit, I’m sorry,” he muttered. “I couldn’t resist. But now it’s your turn. Set the pace. Ride me, grind against me—whatever you need, take it. Take me.”

“Hmm,” she murmured as she rocked her hips against him and closed her eyes. She arched her back, pressing her breasts up toward his mouth. “I have one more wish, Prince Charming.”

“Done,” he growled.

“Don’t hold back,” she ordered.

“Natalie.” He placed a hand on her lower back. The need to touch her overrode his plans. Her words pushed him over the edge. One second he was under control. And the next thing he knew, he had his hands wrapped around her waist. He lifted her up. And his body moved with her, holding her close, maintaining their intimate connection. Until he turned to the bed and lifted her off his dick and laid her down on the bed.

“Jack,” she protested.

“I’m not holding back,” he said, covering her body with his and thrusting inside her. They could get creative later. Right now, he needed her beneath him. “Wrap your legs around me and hold on, darlin’. I’m going to blow your mind.”

Three hard thrusts, her hips rising to meet his, and she screamed the words he’d been waiting to hear from the moment he’d knocked on her door.

“Oh God, Jack!”

She arched and writhed beneath him. And shit, the things she was doing to his dick…

It took all his self-control and then some to hold back. Because he wasn’t ready to follow her over the cliff. Not just yet.

“Jack?” she whispered as her movements slowed beneath him.

He straightened his arms, allowing his hands to support his upper body as he looked down at her. On the heels of her orgasm, he saw a rainbow of emotions flicker across her face. Fear. Wonder. Surprise. And something that looked a helluva lot like a teenage girl meeting her favorite boy band member.

“Are you okay?” he asked. The fear, the wonder, and even the surprise, he understood those feelings. But the You’re-My-Hero look? No one had ever gazed at him quite like that.

“I’m falling in love with the sound of your voice,” she admitted. “And with you.”

I’m falling in love.

That look—it wasn’t hero worship, or a full-blown crush. It was love.

And dammit, he was still inside of her, his dick primed to explode in five, four, three, two—

“Darlin’, I can’t…” He closed his eyes. Love. Natalie was falling in love with him. “Fuck.”

Maybe he just couldn’t hold on any longer, buried inside her. Or maybe the fact that she’d said the magic word that spelled out how he felt about her pushed him over the edge. Either way, the orgasm rocked through him.

“Natalie,” he roared. “Natalie!”

I’m falling in love with you.

Natalie watched as every muscle in his body tightened as he came—in response to her words.

And okay, he was buried inside of her. It wasn’t like she’d sat down across the coffee table in the sitting area, said the l-word, and he’d come in his pants. She couldn’t take this as a sign that he’d fallen too. She needed to hear him say the words.