To Dare A SEAL (Sin City SEALs 2)

“More?” he asked.

“Yes.”

One word. No hesitation. He stared through the dark room, trying to make out more than her outline—and failed. He needed night vision, gear he’d forgotten to pack for his weekend trip to Vegas.

“Please,” she added, her voice breathless.

And yeah, he couldn’t see the effect of his story, but that one word was all the encouragement he needed to hear.

“He moved between her legs and debated blindfolding her,” he said, his hand moving up and down his dick. His hips lifted off the bed and the frame whined. Or maybe that was her bed? Was she touching herself? Had he taken her to a place where desire overrode everything else?

“Go on,” she whispered.

“He didn’t blindfold her. He wanted her to watch, her eyes on him as she came. He didn’t want her to picture someone else running his hands up her legs and slipping a finger inside her wet heat. He wanted her to watch as he lowered his mouth and licked her clit over and over, his finger moving inside her, driving her closer—”

“Jack,” she moaned. And his dick threatened to explode.

“He brought her to the edge,” he said, the words pouring out in a rush as he struggled to keep his breathing steady. “Learning what drove her wild, what made her pull at the ties binding her wrists—”

“Oh God, Jack… I can’t…” she panted. “I just…can’t. Not like that.”

He heard a rustling. One glance at her bed and he saw her struggling to toss off the covers. She succeeded, breaking free and running through the dark room—

“Shit, Natalie.” He released his dick and sat up. “Be careful.”

She disappeared into the bathroom. The slamming door echoed in the motel room.

“Natalie?” he called, swinging his legs out of bed. What the hell? She’d sounded like she was into it.

And then he heard it—a barely audible noise. A moan followed by a soft “oh.”

“Natalie.” He stood and made his way through the darkness to the bathroom door. He stopped and listened. Another soft cry. “Are you okay?”

“Yes,” she said, her voice needy and pretty damn close to a “weird sex noise.”

He smiled and let the relief wash over him. “I think you liked my story.”

“Oh God, yes,” she gasped.

“Tell me more, darlin’.” He sank to the floor. Resting his back against the door, he closed his eyes and stroked his hardening dick. “Where are your hands? How does it feel? Tell me more.”

Chapter Seven

Where are your hands?

Natalie pressed her back against the door and closed her eyes as she sank to the ground. Where were her hands? She’d slipped one into her sweatpants and under the band of her plain black underwear.

Lying in bed and listening to his words, her underwear hadn’t felt like one of the six basic pairs she’d bought on sale at the grocery store. Rubbing up against her as she’d pressed her legs together and fought her body’s response to Jack’s naughty words, her underwear had felt like a silky high-end creation designed for sex.

Silk.

Her imagination recreated the scene Jack had described—the back room of her bar, the steel table, her arms restrained by silk…

Her finger slipped inside, filling her as her thumb pressed against her begging clit. But it wasn’t enough. She wanted so much more. She wanted the mysterious SEAL from the story. Except it wasn’t a faceless stranger binding her to the table. It was Jack, holding her down and claiming control.

No!

She swallowed a groan as she withdrew her hand from her wet, needy body. The thought of being tied up—that shouldn’t leave her headed for an orgasm. She didn’t want that—to give up control. Not to anyone.