Pleasing Her SEAL

He pressed his mouth against hers and her lips parted. A little more pressure and he was in, his tongue tangling with hers. Deeper, hotter. He tasted the sugary bite of the cream and something else that was all Maddie. She was a bright, hot flavor, like sunshine and happiness, and he had absolutely no basis for comparison. He was no kissing virgin, but Maddie was someone special. He recognized that truth even as he stroked his tongue into her mouth, taking more. She was addictive, too.

With a whimper of encouragement, she met him, giving as good as she got, and, dear God, he was a lucky man. The morning was perfect. She was as sweet as she tasted, although he already knew she had a side of sass and tart and would kick his ass if she ever found out about the undercover SEAL mission. He’d deserve it, too, but right now he had Maddie in his arms and no way he was giving that up. He might have offered pancakes under false pretenses, but there was nothing fake about their kiss.

When he broke away, her lips clung to his as if she wasn’t done with him yet. Thank God. He wasn’t done with her, not by a long shot.

“You got an answer for me, sugar?” Yes worked for him. Tonight was even better.

Her lashes drifted up slowly, as if she was lost somewhere pleasurable, in another world. He found that incredibly intoxicating. He’d touch her for hours, love on her every way possible. He rubbed a trace of cream he’d missed with his thumb, relishing the way she turned into the little caress.

“Remind me of the question.” She sounded dazed and content. Damned if he didn’t like that, too.

“I’d like to see you again,” he said gruffly. He was no Mr. Suave, but he meant every word. Hell, it was the understatement of the year. He more than liked. He needed. He...was in over his head.

* * *

“YOU WANT ME to go out with you?” It was official. Kisses could make a gal stupid and her brain had stopped working somewhere about half a kiss ago. Maybe that had something to do with the man on his knees before her, his thumbs stroking a naughty pattern over the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. So good. She was on fire for him, needing and achy in ways she hadn’t felt for months. Years. He lifted her hand to his mouth, gently sucking the last bit of whipped cream from her finger. Oh. His lips moved, repeating something, but English wasn’t on her radar right now.

“On a date,” he said, his mouth brushing over hers again.

Whatever he wanted, a million times yes, as long as it meant more kisses now. When she didn’t answer right away, he continued, “I’ve decided that you said yes. Or at least ‘I’ll think about it’ or ‘maybe.’ Because the way you kissed me back? That wasn’t a ‘when hell freezes over and thaws out again.’” He dropped a quick kiss on her lips and stood up.

“Um. Wait. You’re leaving?” Because that definitely hadn’t been part of her fantasy when she’d put herself out there. She’d moved full steam ahead to bedroom things. And orgasm things. She might not be good at long-term relationships and her dating skills were a bit rusty, but her bedroom skills? Rocked.

Plus, as soon as she got back from Fantasy Island, she had her fourteenth wedding of the year to attend and she was once again going solo, so she deserved a Mason-size treat right now. She could totally do sex.

With this man.

It was true that around him she felt like the sexiest woman in the world. But despite the heated sensations coursing through her body, he made her feel something else, too. Something...warm. And entirely unfamiliar. He needed to stay so she could figure it all out.

“Afraid so, sweetheart.”

“But what if I’m not done kissing you?”

“More kisses could be arranged.” The man had an impressive serious face. Still, how hard could it be to talk him into more kissing? He was a guy. He was biologically hardwired to put out.

She stared up at him for a moment before bolting to her feet. Staying where she was put him in a serious power position. “How about now?”

He started across the room, clearly not on board with the take-Mason-to-bed plan, and suddenly she didn’t feel so sexy anymore. The fun was gone and what she felt was—

Disappointment.

Instead of making for the door, however, he grabbed her phone from its precarious resting spot beside her bag.

“I’m going to give you my number,” he said. “Unlock your phone for me.”

The “tell, don’t ask” approach shouldn’t have been such a turn-on, but she nodded her head and tapped in the passcode to her phone when he handed it to her. Really, he was every bit as pushy as she was. He just did it more nicely. Sucker, a little voice in her head catcalled. Sexual drought, other parts of her chanted right back.