Page 13 of Honk if You Love Real Men (Tempting SEALs 1)

No, but she was fed up with being good.

Fuck me, Jesse. Please fuck me. Make me dirty.

She didn’t quite dare. “Is that enough of an answer?” she said instead. “Can you help me out?”

“Help you out? I’ll manage.” He lifted her into his arms again and she went without a moment’s hesitation, meeting his mouth in an unbridled kiss. His hands roamed over her body—breasts, belly, butt—as he shifted her in his arms each time he found another area to pet and squeeze. Even before they broke the kiss, he had reached for the elastic waistband of her bikini panties and snapped it. The undergarment floated away and she realized with an absurd shock that she was nude in a pool overlooked by a hundred or more windows and she didn’t care if the occupants of the entire building watched her get it on.

Tomorrow, she would care. Tonight, she wanted Jesse.

And Jesse’s hot mouth, and Jesse’s blazing tongue, consuming her like fire. His fingers, not reluctant, oh not at all, two of them spearing through her swollen labia, pushing into her tight clenching opening until they were lodged inside her three knuckles deep. Her buttocks tightened and she rose several inches out of the water, almost clambering him like a tree trunk, driven by an instinctive need to get away from the sudden invasion even though it felt good. So damn good, she was almost crying for it.

She hadn’t escaped anything. The fit was too tight. He worked his fingers in and out, and she rode them, urging a faster rhythm with small jerking motions of her hips, feeling absolutely licentious in her abandon. His knuckle ground against her clit and she whimpered at the stinging pleasure, biting into his shoulder with her nails, bearing down on a galloping climax.

The water lapped at her bottom, wantonly spread. Sweet Santa Maria, she was almost completely exposed!

Sensing her alarm, Jesse moved them into deeper water, pressing her against the wall for more privacy. She leaned back to brace herself, arms outstretched and shoulder blades sawing as she rode his plunging fingers like a valkyrie into war, the water churning and frothing all around.

He nuzzled between her breasts. “You are a dirty girl, aren’t you?” He tilted back, goading her. “Do it. I want to feel you tremble as you come on my fingers.”

The hot flush of embarrassment produced by his command was no match for her need for relief. But she couldn’t quite let go. She wanted to beg him to please not do this to her, so fast and blatantly, but if he stopped now, she might die.

Jesse kissed her, his breath hot as he whispered, “Don’t hold back.” He moved in tight against her, one hand secure at the small of her back, the other busy between her thighs, and, when his mouth found her breast and sucked her nipple deep into his throat, finally then she felt the irresistible pull and relentless pressure as her senses wound so tight, there was nowhere, no further, to go. The pleasure snapped and she flooded with a copious release.

She howled. Her body jerked; her arms flew up.

Jesse’s face nudged hers. “Hold on to me.”

She obeyed, hugging him. He kissed her ear, her neck, whispering soft words she wasn’t able to comprehend right then. His fingers slipped out of her, and for an instant there was a hollow ache before she was bathed by the soothing warmth of the water. Washing her, but not clean. She wasn’t ready to be clean. Maybe never again if this mindless bliss was the reward for being dirty.

Slowly, she came back into herself and realized that they weren’t through. The thought was a wonderful surprise, like finding a forgotten gift under the Christmas tree after the others had been opened. She might even be able to have him all night. Her intention had been to entertain him upstairs, but now that the moment had come—come like a steam train—she wondered if she really dared.

She had gone this far, so of course she dared. Why not? Her mother had always said, In for a peso. . . .

Though she doubted that her mother had intended this.

Gradually Estrella’s vision cleared, as did her head. She blinked and looked around at the empty pool deck and the border of landscaping, beginning to focus on the public aspect of the location. Titillating, but dangerous in all sorts of ways. “We should go up.”

“Your apartment?” Jesse grimaced. “I’m in no state.” As if in agreement, below the water his erection bobbed against her, sending a shock through her system. They definitely weren’t finished.

“I’ll be your shield,” she offered. “I just want to get out of the pool before we end up arrested for public indecency.”

He came close to smiling. “Yeah, that’s all I need on my record.”

She blinked. Okay, here I am asking an ex-con into an expensive apartment that’s not even mine, with an open invitation to perform unspeakably lewd and lascivious acts upon my naked body. Can I get any more risky?

“How do we do this?” Jesse asked.

“We find our clothes, for starters.” She pushed out of his arms and paddled toward the steps, remembering she’d tossed her top somewhere in the vicinity.

Jesse stood and stopped her when she’d climbed halfway out of the pool to reach for the abandoned garment. “Estrella.” His arm crooked around her neck and head, pulling her toward himself. He kissed her. Sweetly, with a gentle tongue.

She passed a hand over her face, ostensibly swiping up the droplets. “What was that for?”

“You’re safe,” he said. “I’m not dangerous.”

“I know that.” And she did. Not with one-hundred percent certainty, because that could only come over time—which they didn’t have, she realized with a pang—but there was something inside her saying that Jesse wasn’t like Tony. His gallantry might be grudging, and he showed little emotion, but he would never hurt her. She felt safe with him. A minor miracle, that was, after the length of time she’d gone when she’d wanted no contact with men at all.

Safe, but quaking with an anticipation that verged on trepidation. Make sense of that.

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