Page 23 of Honk if You Love Real Men (Tempting SEALs 1)

“Pungent,” he blurted.

She stopped a fraction of an inch away from the pearled slit. “Pungent? Does that mean smelly?”

“No. It means, uh, well-seasoned.”

She chuckled. “I’m not sure about that one, but go ahead.”

“Got a thesaurus handy?”

She smiled. “You can always talk about another subject.”

“No, I like this one.” His eyes gleamed at her from the shadows at the silk-padded headboard, like a cat lurking in the bushes. “I could tell you about how it makes me crazy when your nipples get all hard and dark pink. The way they are now.”

She resisted the urge to touch them. “Wait a minute. Is this all going to be dirty talk?”

“You disapprove?”

She worked her thighs against each together. The thong was drenched. “I guess it’s okay.”

“That’s nice. Because I love your round little body, and seeing you turned on like this. It would be even better if you played with your nipples.”

More of the hot honeyed flow, funneling down her center. She tried to sound blasé. “No, I’m busy. You go on without me.”

“Ungh.” His hips gave another involuntary jerk as she stroked his erection, putting more pressure into it. She pumped, released, then felt sorry for the frustration on his face and wrapped her hands around him again. “Tighter,” he said, straining to speak. “That’s right. Tight. Like that. How your body will be, squeezing down on me.”

“Oh?”

“God, yesss. Your pussy will be tight. I know it.”

She made a questioning sound as she puckered her lips and fitted them to the end of his penis, lightly sucking before she slipped the tip of her tongue along his opening.

“Ahh.” Jesse shuddered. The coverlet wadded in big wrinkles as his hands clenched spasmodically. “So . . . damn . . . tight.” At first, he forced the words out. Then they came faster. “The way I had you that first night. In the pool. Naked and sleek. Hot and tight. Clenched around my fingers so damn tight.”

She pressed her hands flat to the bed. Went after him with only her mouth, jaw practically unhinged as she opened to suck him into the heat and wetness that she knew would drive him over the edge.

“You wanted it so bad. But you stopped.” He breathed through his nose like a bull, lifting his hips to thrust until she made a small choking sound, gorged on the thickness filling her mouth. At once he drew back. “Tonight you won’t stop.” What should have been a statement carried an underlying questioning tone.

She looked at him with the eyes of a seductress, giving him a lollipop suck before she popped free. She licked her lips. “I won’t stop. But you keep going.” She crawled forward and lowered her body over his, filling his hollow with her curves, enclosing his jutting sex between her thighs. “Tell me more.”

“I want to feel your skin, your beautiful skin.”

Her body caressed his, moving like a wave across the sand.

“I want to taste you in my mouth.”

Crooning, she freed her breasts and pillowed them against his face for him to nibble and kiss and suck.

He groaned. “I want to feel you on my cock this time. Riding me.”

The words were a sweet shock, the last push she needed to tumble headlong into full-out abandon. She levered up higher, opening her legs and rocking into place. He was iron pressing against her softness. But she was strong too. Although her body would yield, she wouldn’t be broken.

With his steady voice and patient ways, Jesse had made her know her own will. Already she was a little bit in love with him, if only for that.

He put a hand on her hip to stop her. “Get my jeans. My wallet.”

“Ah.” She twisted off him to reach for the floor where his clothing had been tossed aside. The position poked her rear end in the air and he took the opportunity to get his hands on her, dragging down the thong and squeezing her buns, together and then apart, the tips of his fingers delving into the hidden places where she was hot pink and succulent. A tremor followed each stroke, drawn through her in a shower of sparks like the tail of a comet. Her hands shook as she extracted the condom packet—muy grande, no surprise—and pushed it at him, not even thinking of trying to do it herself. Empowerment went only so far, at least their first time.

They hunched together, her hands hovering near his, both of them breathing hard. Once he was sheathed and she rose up on her knees astride him, ready to impale herself, he grabbed her face and kissed her, hard and deep. His fierceness had returned. She was exhilarated, outlandishly aroused. Her hands twined in his long dark hair as his mouth traveled over her face, her shoulders, her breasts. She clutched at him, dying over and over, wild new sensations coming one after the other until the pleasure was too much to keep hold of by herself. She had to have him or burst at the seams trying.

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