Page 47 of Loved by a SEAL

Chapter 13

Ryan stared at Sarah in wonder as she pulled her hair free from the bun and wavy, honeyed strands fell past her shoulders. She smelled like the ocean and sunshine, and he wanted to devour every square inch of her. To kiss and lick and graze his teeth over her skin until she melted into a puddle beneath him.

All thoughts of pulling her into his arms and crashing into bed, fast asleep, had fallen to the wayside after he’d tugged her into his lap at the beach.

Holy hell.

Her denim clad legs straddling him had been one of the sexiest fucking things ever. He swore he could feel the heat of her core even through her jeans. His erection had grown painfully uncomfortable as Sarah had squirmed while he’d teased her, holding her hands behind her back.

And hell if she hadn’t loved the way he’d played with her. Her eyes had lit up and she’d squealed in delight as he’d thoroughly enjoyed himself. Holding her slender wrists in his strong grip. Preventing her from moving anywhere as she’d straddled him.

She was so damn small compared to him, so easy to hold back. He’d barely done a thing and had held her to him, just where he wanted her. It had taken everything in him not to duck down and kiss those pink lips at that very moment, but he needed her alone.

“Do you always pick up women at the beach and bring them back to your place?” Sarah asked, her hazel eyes gleaming with humor.

“Not once,” he said, stepping closer. “Luckily I’ve known you for a year though, so I don’t feel quite so guilty.”

“Guilty?”

“Every damn minute you’re around me you drive me crazy. I’ve lost track of the number of times I wanted to drag you home with me. Kiss you for hours. Make you scream out my name.”

“Well, aren’t you cocky,” Sarah said, slowly walking toward him. Her hips swayed back and forth, and her long, honey brown waves curled enticingly near her breasts. That thin tank top she had on did little to conceal her, and in the cool interior of his home, he could see the outline of her nipples through the fabric.

Did she have any goddamn idea how sexy she was?

“I like your hair like that,” he said roughly.

She toyed with a curl. “Is that all you like?”

“No fucking way,” he muttered, stepping closer.

And then his hands were in her hair, running through the softness. She gasped as he tilted her head back, taking control, and finally kissed her, after a year of trying to avoid that very thing.

Her soft, pink mouth yielded beneath him, and he gently thrust his tongue inside, teasing and tasting her. She whimpered softly, and he grew hard imagining tasting her everywhere.

He moved one hand to the small of her back as their tongues twined together and slowly backed them up, gently pushing them down onto his bed as he continued to kiss her.

Her soft breasts pushed against his chest as he hovered over her, and his erection pressed against her stomach. She gasped and wiggled beneath him, and he began kissing his way down her neck. Enjoying the sounds of pleasure she made. She tasted sweet, with a hint of saltiness from the ocean air. Her light floral scent was intoxicating, and he knew if he spent forever kissing her entire body, it would never be long enough.

His hands found the bottom of her tank top, and he slowly pushed it up, kissing her flat stomach along the way. Her lace bra concealed nothing from him, and he could see her dusky nipples through the light pink lace. The contrast was sexy as hell, and he bent lower and tongued her nipple through the fabric. She squirmed and gasped beneath him, holding his head to her breast in a clear indication she wanted more.

“Ryan,” she whimpered. “Please.”

He licked her nipple once more through the lace, watching as it pebbled beneath his tongue. So fucking sweet. His hand palmed her other breast, caressing her lightly as she let out soft sighs of pleasure.

“What do you need, Sweetheart?”

“More,” she gasped. “I need more.”

Lust surged through his veins, and his cock became uncomfortably hard. Hearing Sarah plead with him sent his adrenaline spiking and libido rising. He wanted to pleasure her for hours, explore her entire body, and make her feel so good she’d be begging him for more. She’d teased him mercilessly for months, taunting him every chance she got.

Now he wanted control over her body and pleasure.

“I need this off,” he murmured, slipping his fingers beneath the waistband of her tight jeans.

She gasped at his touch, and he momentarily paused, looking into her lust-filled eyes.

“Why are you stopping?”

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