His hands glided over the top of her black silk panties, which were visible in the bathroom door mirror now that he’d pulled her skirt to her waist. His fingers slipped beneath the elastic band, and he didn’t stop until he’d found her clit.
“Keep punching,” he reminded her as he drew a small circle over the bundle of nerves.
“I…” She stepped her feet apart, offering him access as she halfheartedly threw another jab. Her hips began to rock toward him.
“Focus,” he whispered as his other hand released her waist. She felt his fingers in her hair pulling at the pins. He tossed them to the ground as her long locks tumbled over her shoulders.
“I can’t,” she said, reaching behind her. She pressed her palms into his bare thighs and clawed at him, begging him to move forward. He guided her hips back, using the hand still buried in her underwear and teasing her mercilessly. She felt the hard ridge of his erection against her.
“After you come,” he said. “I’m going to bury myself inside of you.”
“Tonight?” she gasped as he quickened his circles, pushing her closer and closer to the big O finish line.
“Tonight. But first, I’m going to strip you out of this costume.” He growled. “I like your disguises. But I’ve decided that when I take you, when I let you seduce me—”
She let out a laugh that transformed to a moan. Her plans to seduce her big bad alpha SEAL consistently ended in failure—and orgasms.
“When I fuck you,” he continued, his voice raw and open, “I want you. Not a sexy maid or a wild librarian. Just you, Chrissie.”
She came hard and fast. Her fingers dug in to his legs and she let out a low, guttural sound. If he were an opponent, she would have lost this round. But she didn’t care.
Slowly, the pleasure ebbed, and she opened her eyes. One look in the mirror and she saw the heat in his gaze.
“Your turn,” she said.
“Our turn,” he corrected.
He released her and stepped back. Keeping her gaze fixed on the mirror, she saw him move to the foot of the king-size bed. He sat on the edge with his feet planted on the floor and his palms flat on the bedspread. Even free from the tension that rippled through his muscles when he was poised to defend or fight, he looked bigger and better than any man she’d ever seen.
A SEAL. The best of the best. Stronger… Harder…
But also a man.
“Time to kiss the librarian disguise good-bye,” he said.
“Are you sure?” She thought back to that first night when he’d worked around the French maid outfit. “I could keep the skirt on and we could pretend—”
“That I found you in the stacks and wanted to beg you to forgive my overdue fines?” he said. “Not tonight, honey. I want you, not the show you put on for the rest of the world.”
But plain old Chrissie from Florida, the girl drowning in grief and fear for her family—that girl wouldn’t have a clue how to seduce a SEAL. “I’m not sure that girl belongs in this bedroom,” she murmured. “Trying to talk you out of your underwear. She doesn’t have experience luring a…a man like you into bed.”
“I’m already on the bed, honey. But if you’re going to join me, please do it because you want me, not my job or the thrill that comes with bedding a SEAL.”
“No, it’s not like that. I do want you,” she said firmly. She reached for the buttons on her shirt and began freeing them one by one. As her fingers moved, she kept her gaze fixed on him.
That first night, when she’d brazenly walked out of her bedroom in a maid’s outfit, she’d been looking for a treat. One night with a SEAL. She’d craved the fantasy and the escape. But tonight, she wanted Dante, the man who looked at her as if she was enough. He didn’t need the sequins and the number one hits. He wasn’t here for her music.
Plus, he was leaving soon. This wasn’t permanent. She didn’t need to find a way to work his crazy schedule into hers—and wait for the moment her career poisoned their relationship.
“Chrissie?” he asked mildly.
Her fingers stilled on the last button. “You know this doesn’t go beyond our lessons?”
He nodded. “I know. But honey, the way I see tonight, it’s like jumping out of a helicopter. If you pause and think long and hard about all the things that could go wrong, or where you’ll land, like in the middle of the freaking ocean, you’d never jump. And you’d be missing out, because the fall is worth it.”
That look in his dark eyes? That hunger when he spoke about falling through the sky? It felt real and solid like the lyrics to her songs. The man on the bed wanted her, not the fantasy. He wanted to take the leap with her regardless of where they’d end up.
She pulled her now-unbuttoned shirt free from her skirt, stripped it off, and tossed it aside. Then she released the clasp on her bra, drew the straps down her shoulders, and tossed it in the other direction. “Sorry, I’m not giving you much of a show.”