Page 38 of Kidnapped By a SEAL

She was breathtaking—nothing but smooth skin and soft eyes, with wet hair trailing down her back. “Are you okay?” he asked, hovering over her. He wanted to punch the lights out of the men that had hurt her, but even more than that, he wanted her in his arms.

Ryker wanted to prove to himself that she was okay—to feel her whimpering and crying out beneath him. To let her feel something good for a change. To make her come completely undone as he gave her pleasure.

Emily took a hesitant step closer to him, and then he was collecting her into his arms without another thought. Her head tilted back, and he claimed her lips with his own. She tasted minty, of the toothpaste she’d just used, and sweeter than anything in the entire world. Ryker couldn’t help himself—he moved even closer, and she boldly palmed his erection through his jeans.

Ryker growled and moved behind her, so that her wet hair brushed against him. Emily whimpered, but he didn’t give her any time to otherwise respond. He moved her floral scented tresses aside, and kissed the side of her neck, inhaling her sweetness.

In the past he’d always moved quickly with a woman—clothes off, condom on, and they’d both be headed straight to ecstasy.

But with her?

He wanted to caress and kiss all that smooth skin. Touch her so that she whimpered and softly cried out his name.

The towel wrapped enticingly around her breasts, but he slid his hand lower, so that it grazed her inner thigh.

“Ryker,” she whimpered, leaning back against him.

He skimmed the rough pads of his fingers up her satiny skin, finally reaching the soft hair that covered her sex. He crooked his hand, grazing his knuckle up her seam. He’d barely touched her, but he could swear that he smelled her arousal.

And the soft sighs she gave him told him everything he needed to know.

“You’re mine, Emily,” he said in a low voice. His teeth grazed over her neck, slightly rougher than his soft kisses, but she reached up and undid her towel, letting it drop down to the floor. She was naked before him—long, dark hair. Pert, medium-sized breasts. She had rosy, round nipples the same color as her full lips. And then his gaze dropped to that dark thatch of hair covering her pussy. Suddenly, he couldn’t wait to be inside of her. He couldn’t wait for Emily to come apart, screaming in his arms.

Ryker wanted to consume her—to make love to her for hours and claim her in every way imaginable. Sure, he couldn’t wait to sink his cock into her silken walls, but even more than that, he wanted her pleasured and sated beneath him.

“Take me,” she whispered. “Make me forgot about everything and just feel good.”

“Are you sure?” he asked roughly.

She nodded and grabbed his wrist, tugging him back into the bedroom. He followed behind her, entranced.

“Kiss me right here,” she said as they stopped beneath the window overlooking the forest. “I want to feel like I’m outside—I was trapped in a dark room for so long. I thought I’d never see this again.”

He nodded, ducking down to kiss her trembling body. Her full lips met his, and he kissed and nipped at her. Suddenly he was gently turning her toward the window so she could see outside. She whimpered as he kissed her neck, her nipples pressing up against the cool glass.

Jesus.

What anyone lurking in the forest would see. Thank fuck there was no one around for miles—no one but Emily, him, and nature to witness as he claimed her as his.

His hand covered her pussy once more, his fingers trailing through her damp folds. If he’d harbored any doubts about how badly she wanted him, her body proved him wrong. She was wet and aroused—ready for him.

“Ryker,” she whimpered, gasping as his teeth grazed her neck.

He slid his rough fingers through her arousal and up to her clit, circling around as she gasped against him. He locked his arm around her waist, her breasts still pressed against the window. His able fingers coaxed her higher and higher, teasing all her silken folds. Her arm wrapped around his neck as she clung on to him, desperate and needy.

It was erotic as hell having her naked, writhing body in front of his. He glanced down, looking at his muscular forearm against her stomach. Her skin was pale and smooth; his was rough, with dark hairs covering it.

And the sweetest spot of all was his large hand on her sex.

She was swollen and dripping for him, and he was dying for just a taste of her on his tongue.

He began to move his fingers faster, circling her sensitive bud, and he sensed that she was nearly there. Her entire body became taut, arching back further against him, and then Emily screamed her release, her orgasm seeming to go on and on.

He growled in approval as she came for him, his fingers drenched with her release. Unable to stop himself, he lifted his hand to his lips, sucking off her sweet juices. She gasped for breath as she came down from her high, and then he was lifting her up and carrying her to bed.

She weighed next to nothing, and her naked body in his embrace nearly made him come undone.

“Do you have any condoms?” she asked after he’d laid her down.

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