Pleasing Her SEAL(10)

       
           


       

On the other hand...she had Fantasy Island's hunkiest guy almost on his  knees in front of her. How could she not take advantage of that? Every  romantic chick flick she'd seen flashed through her head, followed by  more than one scene from her favorite romance novel. She really  shouldn't tease him, but her body ignored the caution and leaned closer  and closer until she ran the risk of falling off the chair and all she  could see was Mason. God, he was gorgeous.

And he was kissing distance away, his chiseled lips mere inches from hers.

Since her mouth was so close to his, she brushed her lips against the  corner of his mouth. He inhaled. Exhaled something that might have been  her name. Yes, please, her hormones sang and she licked him, bracing her  hands against his hard, warm shoulders just so she wouldn't topple him  to the floor. He tasted sweet, a sweet that was deceptive because, darn  it, there was absolutely, positively nothing sweet about Mason. He was  100 percent trouble, even kneeling before her.

"Problem solved," she whispered and kissed him.





5

"YOU'RE ASKING FOR TROUBLE." The gruff words came out of Mason's mouth  uninvited. He didn't know why he was complaining. He wasn't opposed to  kissing. In fact, completing his mission practically called for it, what  with the whole "make her feel butterflies" plan. This was also the part  where he kept her busy with his mouth and won her trust, so he had an  ironclad reason for sticking by her side. Plus, over her shoulder, he  could see the front door open silently as Levi slid inside and made for  the coffee table to swap the laptops.

She smiled down at him. Not a teasing grin, but a big, wide smile that  lit up her pretty face and made him want to smile right back. It was  hard not to get pulled into Maddie's orbit. She was Planet Sexy to his  Moon of... Christ. He didn't know. He sucked at metaphors. Or whatever.

She ran her finger over his bottom lip and heat streaked through him,  almost driving all nonsexual thoughts out of his head. "I prefer to  think of it as creative rule bending."

Maddie was the best kind of trouble, her fingers skimming over his  mouth, leaving whipped cream and destruction in her wake. How the hell  was he supposed to stick to the plan now? He sucked her finger into his  mouth, exploring her skin with his tongue. When he bit gently, she  moaned. And smiled again. He had a bad feeling she'd let him do far more  than simply kiss her. Was he that much of a jackass that he'd seduce  her in the name of his mission?

"What's the punishment for getting in trouble?" Blissfully unaware of  his inner dilemma or the SEAL leaving her living room with a quick flash  of the finger, she caught his lower lip between her teeth and bit right  back. Jesus. She wasn't shy at all. A bright, hot flare of pleasure  shot straight from his mouth to his dick. He didn't know if that had  been her intention, but damn, she was good. And...screw the mission.  Poor choice of words. He put his hands on her thighs and slid his palms  up over smooth, silky skin. Her barely there shorts were no barrier,  more like a teasing end goal. He could keep touching her, have his  fingers beneath the cotton in seconds, and then... She gave a purr of  approval.

"Go on a date with me." The words shot out of his mouth before he could bite them back. He wanted it all, right now.

She nibbled on her lower lip, clearly thinking about his offer.  And...so much for restraint or sticking to the plan. The plan had been a  terrible idea. The worst ever. Kissing her, on the other hand, was the  best. He slanted his lips over hers and she gave a sigh of pleasure,  melting into him.

Her new position pulled her off balance and he liked that, too. Damn  it. She was half perched on her chair and he was crouched before her.  Her nails dug into his shoulder as she reached for him.

"I like a man on his knees."

She clearly thought she had the upper hand, but he was happy to prove  her wrong. He reached, too, cupping her neck with his hand and bringing  her face down to his. He gave her three seconds to decide whether or not  she wanted this and to fall back, but all she did was exhale softly,  her gaze fixed on his mouth. Definitely a yes in his book. Since she  apparently liked her kisses sweet, and whatever she liked was more than  fine by him, he swiped a finger of whipped cream from his plate and  painted the stuff over her mouth.                       
       
           


       

"Oh." She sounded pleased, her lashes fluttering shut in delicate submission.

Slowly, he closed the distance between them, spinning out the moment  because she was so goddamned pretty, brushing his lips over hers again,  when she finally remembered to breathe and exhaled. Her mouth was slick  and sugar sweet, a wicked invitation to explore. Unable to resist, he  licked her bottom lip, drinking in her husky moan. The sultry little  sound cut off, as if she wasn't so sure about letting go for him. He'd  just have to convince her. He made a list of the places he could coat  her with whipped cream, starting with her lovely breasts and moving  south.

He pressed his mouth against hers and her lips parted. A little more  pressure and he was in, his tongue tangling with hers. Deeper, hotter.  He tasted the sugary bite of the cream and something else that was all  Maddie. She was a bright, hot flavor, like sunshine and happiness, and  he had absolutely no basis for comparison. He was no kissing virgin, but  Maddie was someone special. He recognized that truth even as he stroked  his tongue into her mouth, taking more. She was addictive, too.

With a whimper of encouragement, she met him, giving as good as she  got, and, dear God, he was a lucky man. The morning was perfect. She was  as sweet as she tasted, although he already knew she had a side of sass  and tart and would kick his ass if she ever found out about the  undercover SEAL mission. He'd deserve it, too, but right now he had  Maddie in his arms and no way he was giving that up. He might have  offered pancakes under false pretenses, but there was nothing fake about  their kiss.

When he broke away, her lips clung to his as if she wasn't done with  him yet. Thank God. He wasn't done with her, not by a long shot.

"You got an answer for me, sugar?" Yes worked for him. Tonight was even better.

Her lashes drifted up slowly, as if she was lost somewhere pleasurable,  in another world. He found that incredibly intoxicating. He'd touch her  for hours, love on her every way possible. He rubbed a trace of cream  he'd missed with his thumb, relishing the way she turned into the little  caress.

"Remind me of the question." She sounded dazed and content. Damned if he didn't like that, too.

"I'd like to see you again," he said gruffly. He was no Mr. Suave, but  he meant every word. Hell, it was the understatement of the year. He  more than liked. He needed. He...was in over his head.

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"YOU WANT ME to go out with you?" It was official. Kisses could make a  gal stupid and her brain had stopped working somewhere about half a kiss  ago. Maybe that had something to do with the man on his knees before  her, his thumbs stroking a naughty pattern over the sensitive skin of  her inner thighs. So good. She was on fire for him, needing and achy in  ways she hadn't felt for months. Years. He lifted her hand to his mouth,  gently sucking the last bit of whipped cream from her finger. Oh. His  lips moved, repeating something, but English wasn't on her radar right  now.

"On a date," he said, his mouth brushing over hers again.

Whatever he wanted, a million times yes, as long as it meant more  kisses now. When she didn't answer right away, he continued, "I've  decided that you said yes. Or at least ‘I'll think about it' or ‘maybe.'  Because the way you kissed me back? That wasn't a ‘when hell freezes  over and thaws out again.'" He dropped a quick kiss on her lips and  stood up.

"Um. Wait. You're leaving?" Because that definitely hadn't been part of  her fantasy when she'd put herself out there. She'd moved full steam  ahead to bedroom things. And orgasm things. She might not be good at  long-term relationships and her dating skills were a bit rusty, but her  bedroom skills? Rocked.

Plus, as soon as she got back from Fantasy Island, she had her  fourteenth wedding of the year to attend and she was once again going  solo, so she deserved a Mason-size treat right now. She could totally do  sex.

With this man.

It was true that around him she felt like the sexiest woman in the  world. But despite the heated sensations coursing through her body, he  made her feel something else, too. Something...warm. And entirely  unfamiliar. He needed to stay so she could figure it all out.