To Dare A SEAL (Sin City SEALs 2)

Looking down at the bunched-up black fabric and the smooth bodice, he ran his hands over her waist, searching and searching…bingo! He found an opening in her dress and slipped his hand inside, retrieving the key card.

He shifted away from the wall and reached his hands under her perfect ass. His hands touched her cotton panties, tempting him to explore. But his number one priority was getting Natalie into her room. He lifted her up and fought back a curse as she wrapped her legs around him. And then he took off for her room at the very end of the damn hall.

He reached the door, opened it, and carried her inside, silently thanking the Navy for all those hours of physical training. He leaned back against the door and lowered her down to the floor.

Woof!

Shit, they’d escaped the too public hallway before losing their clothes, but now they had a hundred-something-pound dog to manage. He looked down at Natalie. Those full lips—he wanted to kiss her as he stripped off her dress. He wanted to sink into her and give her the one thing she wanted from him. His cock. Because wasn’t that a miracle? After years of fantasizing about her, watching and wishing he could make her his, she’d walked up to him and offered to make his dreams come true.

Woof.

But first—

“Do we need to take the dog out?” he asked.

“He’ll settle down,” she said, slipping her hands beneath his T-shirt and running her palms over his abs. “I took him out earlier.”

His jaw clenched as she brushed his nipples. He’d never been happier to hear those words.

“And this won’t take long,” she added, stepping her feet apart until the wet fabric of her panties pressed against his thigh. He could feel just how damn ready she was through his cargo shorts.

“Is that a challenge?” he asked. He wanted to draw this out, make this moment last.

“No. I’m just so close.” She rocked her hips, riding him in earnest. “Hold on to me. Please, Jack.”

He ran his hands up her thighs, lifting her dress to her waist. He felt like a teenager, driving her closer and closer to an orgasm with layers of clothes still between them. But even though she’d issued a warning—orgasm approaching!—he planned to draw this out.

He ran his hands over her ass, first on the outside of her underwear and then beneath. His dick pressed against his fly, begging to join the party. But first he wanted to touch her. He gave her ass a light squeeze.

“Oh God!” she cried, her fingers digging into his chest. Her hips rocked back and forth, searching for release.

Shit, I’ll have to add that to the mental list of ways she likes to be touched.

“Look at me,” he said, his gaze locking with hers. “Every time I walk into your bar, I’m going to picture you like this. Writhing, ready, so desperate to come. Darlin’, I’ll wait until your shift ends. Then I’ll take you into the back room.”

“This time,” she gasped, “I’m going to tie you up.”

“Is that how you like it?” His grip tightened on her ass. But her hips bucked, fighting his control. Still, he held tight and pulled her against his thigh. “I don’t know, Natalie, I think you like the idea of me calling the shots.”

“No, I…oh Jack!” she cried. “I can’t…it’s too…oh, wow!”

His lips parted as he leaned against the door, bracing his body to take the full force of the wild, wanton, screaming woman coming hard against his thigh.

“That…” she murmured as her movements slowed. Her hips maintained a gentle thrust against him, as if she wanted to ride out the aftershocks. “That was so close to perfect.”

And shit, he wished that were true. But there was so much left unspoken. So much left undone.

“I think we can do better,” he said, issuing a challenge because he needed to keep her here, with him.

“I don’t know. I’m going to remember that orgasm for a long time,” she said, stepping away and leaving behind a very wet spot on his leg. Her brown eyes shone wild and bright as she smiled at him. “And I bet you will, too. What just happened—it would make a great bedtime story. If you’re alone and need…”

He raised an eyebrow as he pressed his hand against the front of his cargo shorts.

She laughed as she reached behind her. One second the black dress was holding tight to her breasts, and the next, it was decorating the floor at her feet.

“What do you say, Prince Charming? Ready to create another naughty story?”

Chapter Fifteen