Page 46 of Loved by a SEAL

“Never.”

“What if I drive around topless?” she asked innocently.

Ryan growled beside her, and she playfully swatted at him. He easily captured both her hands in his, his eyes sparking with interest. “You’re still trying to spar with a SEAL, are you? I don’t mind a good fight, but I’m pretty sure you don’t stand a chance.”

Sarah twisted and tried to pull away, laughing, but his grip was like a vice. “No, I don’t go around trying to spar with Navy SEALs.”

“Umm-hmm,” Ryan said, hauling her onto his lap. “What do you call this?”

Her legs straddled him as he playfully held both her arms behind her back with one hand. Thick fingers tightened around her wrists, and her heart began to race. She could feel his hard length against her core as she squirmed, and she gasped as one of his hands slid to her hip, holding her to him.

“Payback,” she said.

“For what?”

She lightly bucked her hips against him, causing him to groan aloud. “All the times you’ve mercilessly teased me.”

He released her hands from his grip and moved his to the back of her neck, his fingers curling around her sensitive skin. “Fucking hell, woman, are you trying to kill me?”

“What do you mean?” she asking, trying not to smile.

His lips at her ear caused her to squirm even more against him, her breasts rubbing against his hard chest. “I’m fucking hard as a rock right now.”

“Yeah. I noticed. Is that a problem?”

“Jesus Christ, sweetheart,” he growled.

“So are you taking me home or not?” she asked innocently. Their faces were inches apart, and if she wanted to, she could lean in closer for a kiss. Humor flickered in his gray eyes.

“Yes. Hell yes. And I’m not letting you out of my bed until dinnertime.”

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