Page 69 of Rescued By the Alpha SEAL
She shivers, her hands moving to cover herself reflexively. But I capture her wrists, my hands holding hers firmly yet gently.
"Don't hide from me," I say softly, my eyes locked onto hers. "Let me see you."
She takes a shaky breath, her hands falling away slowly. The firelight dances over her exposed skin, casting a warm glow that makes her look almost ethereal.
I can feel the way her body reacts to my gaze, the shiver that runs through her, the flush that spreads across her cheeks.
I lean in, my lips finding the curve of her neck, my hands moving to cup her breasts. She moans softly, her body arching into my touch.
My lips move lower, my tongue circling one rosy peak. She gasps again, her fingers tangling in my hair, holding me to her.
I can feel the way her body responds to my touch, the way her breath comes in sharp, panting gasps.
The taste of her is like a sweet, intoxicating elixir, a nectar that I can't get enough of.
I move to her other breast, my hands caressing, exploring, as my lips and tongue work their magic. She writhes beneath me, her hips moving restlessly against mine.
My hands trail lower, my fingers finding the button of her jeans. She gasps, her body tensing with anticipation as I slowly undo the button, drawing down the zipper.
I can feel the heat of her skin, the softness of her curves.
Every inch of her is driving me to the brink of madness.
I push her jeans down past her hips, revealing the soft, creamy skin of her thighs.
She steps out of her jeans, kicking them aside, leaving her standing before me in nothing but a pair of lacy panties.
The sight of her is breathtaking, a vision of raw, unadulterated beauty.
"Sloane," I whisper, my voice rough with desire. "You are...perfect."
She smiles softly, a hint of shyness in her eyes. "And you...you make me feel like no one ever has," she murmurs, her hands reaching up to trace the line of my chest, the curve of my shoulders.
I capture her hands, bringing them to my lips, kissing each fingertip reverently.
I step back, my hands going to the hem of my shirt. Her eyes widen as I lift it over my head, tossing it aside.
Her hands move to unbutton my jeans, her fingers tracing the line of my waist, the curve of my hips. I can feel the heat of her touch, the softness of her skin against mine.
My jeans hit the floor, and I step out of them, leaving me standing before her in nothing but my boxers.
Her eyes widen as she takes in the sight of me. I can feel the way her body responds to mine, the shiver that runs through her, the flush that spreads across her cheeks.
I reach for her, my hands sliding around her waist, pulling her against me. She gasps, her body molding to mine, her curves fitting perfectly against my angles.
Our lips meet in a deep, passionate kiss, our tongues dancing, our bodies entwined.
I can feel the way her body responds to mine, the way her breath comes in sharp, panting gasps, the way her hips move restlessly against mine.
I sweep her into my arms, carrying her to the couch. She looks up at me, her eyes filled with a mix of desire and trust.
I lay her down gently, my body coming to rest on top of hers. Our lips meet again, the kiss deep and passionate.
My hands trail down her body, exploring every inch, every curve. She writhes beneath me, her hips moving restlessly against mine.
I capture her hands, pinning them above her head with one hand. The look in her eyes changes, a mix of excitement and submission that sends a jolt of desire through me.
My other hand moves lower, my fingers tracing the line of her panties. She gasps, her legs parting instinctively, giving me access.
