Page 38 of SEAL's Angel
“You okay, angel?”
“Yes. Hell, yes. Why did you stop?”
“I thought we both needed to catch our breath.”
He was right, but she didn’t want him to second guess himself and pull away, either. “Can we do it again?”
Jake chuckled. “Hell, yeah.”
He angled his mouth over hers. She’d expected a repeat of the last kiss, but he just tenderly brushed his lips against hers, didn’t demand entrance, just took what she offered. Her skin burned with need, and her core tightened, making her panties damp.
Unable to hold still, she shifted closer until her pussy pushed against his hard jean-covered cock.
God, how she wished there was no barrier between them.
Jake moaned and broke the kiss. Patches of red tinted his chiseled cheekbones, and he closed his eyes. “Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me? I want to tear your clothes off and take you right here.”
His words echoed her desire, and she shuddered with need. Could he feel how wet she was through her jeans? Unable to be still, she squirmed against him. “I want you, too. I’ve wanted you for so long.”
Jake’s eyebrows lifted toward his hairline, and his fingers tightened around her waist.
Unsure if it was surprise or shock, she smirked that she’d accomplished either. “Didn’t expect that, did you?”
“No, I didn’t. You are full of surprises, woman. And God knows I could lay you down and make love to you, but you deserve better than a quickie in the woods.”
“Jake, I don’t care where we are. We’re alone. Who knows when it will happen again.”
“Are you sure, angel?”
“Yes, one hundred percent. You come across as a big sexy badass, but you’re just a softy, Jake Warner.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Sure you do, big guy.” Dawn caressed the cheek, unable to stop touching him.
“You’d better keep that to yourself. You’ll ruin my reputation.” Jake’s gaze heated as he met hers, and he reached up to push her wavy hair behind her ear.
“I don’t think that’s possible. But I think I’m going to give you a new nickname—Sexy Badass or SBA for short.”
“And what are you doing to do when someone asks what it means?”
Before she could answer, Jake nibbled her earlobe and then kissed down her neck to her shoulder.
Her words deserted her, and she sighed. “Jake?”
“Hmm.” He nibbled on the sensitive skin of her shoulder. “Do you need something, angel?”
“Yes, dammit. Are you going to make me beg?”
“It’s tempting, but no. I’ve fantasized about being buried deep inside you for months. But I’ll wait forever for you if I have to. I need to know that you really want this.”
“I do.”
“I need to hear the words, baby.”
“I want you to make love to me, Jake. Right here, right now,” Dawn answered, done denying herself what she wanted—life was too short.
His gaze searched her face. “If you change your mind, all you have to do is tell me, and I’ll stop. Okay?”
