Pleasing Her SEAL(21)

"Yes, but I want to pick the game."

His hand squeezed, his finger moving. The thought of where they could  take this sent pleasure streaking through her. She could feel his  calluses on the sensitive skin, the pads of his fingers tracing the  small dimples.

"If you pick tonight, do I get to pick tomorrow? In the spirit of being fair."

She could let him choose. She could give up control. He'd make it  memorable and he'd absolutely make sure she came. He was kind of a  gentleman like that.

"One night at a time."

"Chicken," he chided gently.

Probably. "I'm not a kinky sex expert," she warned.

His husky laugh said it all. "Do I look as if I am?"

He was big and rough around the edges. But also safe. She got the  strong sense that the man lurking behind that hottie exterior was keeper  material. If he was all tough badass on the outside, he was a sweet  marshmallow on the inside.                       
       
           


       

"A gal can hope." And there was no time like the present to find out  what he looked like naked, so she grabbed his hand and towed him into  the bedroom. Not that he was putting up any resistance right now, but  she'd worked too hard to get here to risk him bolting now. Mason had all  these gentlemanly notions and she didn't need anything scaring him off.

"Strip," she ordered, throwing herself onto the bed. "Give me a show."

He arched a brow. "Just like that? I don't merit any foreplay?"

But his hands went to the edge of his T-shirt, fingering the cotton as  another smile quirked at his mouth. She loved this looser, more fun side  of Mason.

"Up." She waggled her fingers. "Make me a happy woman, okay?"

He shook his head, but pulled the shirt over his head in one swift  move. Oh. Sooo worth waiting for. She considered making him put the  shirt back on, just so she could unwrap her present again. Or make one  of those animated GIFs of him. Fortunately, there was still plenty more  to unwrap. If she was lucky, the rest of him would be just as cut.

"Now it's your turn." He didn't take his eyes off her as he folded his  shirt neatly and set it over the back of a chair. Wow. The man was a  closet neat freak? That didn't bode well for them. She shoved a silky  kimono, a pair of sleep pants and tomorrow's clean thong off the bed,  making room for him to sit down. She was...messy. And that was a  generous estimate of her housecleaning skills. Plus, the resort had been  out of rose petals and the freebie champagne had yet to show up.  Overall, her planning skills sucked.

"Who said this was a tit-for-tat relationship?"

"I could convince you." He dropped onto the bed, making short work of  his boots and socks. She sighed happily. There was really nothing better  than a man in just his blue jeans, and he deserved a reward for getting  naked. In that spirit, she swung herself over his lap, setting her  hands on his shoulders.

"Please do," she crooned, and he smiled slowly.

"Okay, then." He reached one hand up to cup the back of her neck and pulled her down to him for a kiss.

* * *

UNLIKE HIS, HER LIPS were soft and champagne flavored. She exhaled,  rocking against him, riding his lap and his dick as though she was a  cowgirl and he was her own personal stallion.

He deepened their kiss, licking the seam of her mouth, catching that  breath. She stilled against him, as if she wanted to capture the  sensation, drink it in and not miss a moment of it. Or maybe he was  projecting because that simple kiss felt damned good. He did it again,  licking deeper. She opened up for him on a gasp, her tongue brushing  against his and then retreating in a wicked dance. He felt her shiver,  her nails digging into his shoulders.

She kissed him back, her tongue exploring his lips and then his mouth.  Heat surged through him, and suddenly playing fantasy games didn't seem  like such a great idea. He wanted to be inside her, taking her deep,  hearing her call his name as he thrust and she came. They could go slow  the second time. Or tomorrow.

He kissed her more intimately, his tongue exploring her mouth  thoroughly. When she moaned, he decided she really liked what they were  doing. Thank God, because she'd tell him exactly what he was doing  wrong, too, if she felt his kissing needed improvement or direction. His  Maddie didn't hold back.

Her tongue tangled with his as she angled her head, trying to find a  way to take him more, deeper, hell if he knew except it was raw and  sloppy and the biggest turn-on ever. He'd be the best lover she ever had  and then maybe she'd give him another night. Another chance. And at  least he kept his dumb-ass thoughts to himself as another bolt of  pleasure seared through him.

When he finally broke their kiss, his breathing sounded ragged, but she  got to him and he didn't mind her knowing. Not like she could miss the  evidence pressing against her sweet pussy. Her mouth was slick and wet  from his kiss, her lower lip trembling. She stared at him, a dazed look  in her eyes, her breath catching.

"Do that again." She punctuated her order with another naughty wriggle.

"Happily," he growled, pulling her down for another kiss. His hands got  busy, too, sliding her straps down. One good tug and her breasts popped  free. That wasn't nearly enough, so he cradled her against his chest,  pulling her dress and panties down and off, before falling back on the  bed with her.                       
       
           


       

He definitely had her attention now, because she leaned up an elbow and  grinned cheekily at him. "So, big guy, are we doing it missionary  style?"

* * *

HE LOVED A good challenge, because he gave her another one of his slow, panty-melting grins. "Right. You prefer kinky."

She had a feeling she preferred him. Since he still had his jeans on,  while she was buck naked, she reached down and popped his buttons,  working her hand inside his boxers. If it was  make-Maddie's-fantasies-come-true night, she knew exactly where she was  starting. His penis butted against her palm and she fisted him, dragging  her fingers slowly up the hard length. "This works for me."

He pulled away. That was the wrong direction. He was supposed to be  moving closer, like get-inside-her close, not putting distance between  them.

She squeezed his dick, running her fingers over the thick crown. "Stay put."

"I'm coming right back." He peeled her fingers off him, pressed a kiss  against the tips and then tucked her hand against her pussy. "Think of  something to do while I'm gone."

"I'm not waiting for you," she warned. "And you'd better come back  naked." Kinky games were one thing. Walking away was definitely not on  her list of sexy things.

He flashed her that quick grin of his. "Then I'll hurry."

"Masturbating's only sexy if you watch," she called after him as he  disappeared into her hallway. She tried to listen for him, but the man  moved like a stealth ninja. When he returned a few minutes later, he had  a bowl in his hands. The contents rattled softly as he set it down. The  good news was that he'd listened to her and lost his pants somewhere on  his journey. And yeah, his penis was spectacular.

She levered up on her elbow, her hand falling away from her pussy as  she stared at him. She'd rather have him than her fingers. "What's that  for?"

"You're impatient. You know that, right?"

Ha. And he was an overachiever in the patience department. "Do you really care?"

In answer, he pulled an ice cube out of the bowl and drew it over her  collarbone and down the slope of her chest. She didn't even try to hold  back her shriek.

"Oh, my God, Mason, that's cold! You can't try everything you read about on the internet."

He didn't stop, just kept dragging that damned ice cube lower. "Shh. You're spoiling my game."

He touched her again, moving the ice cube lower. Honestly, she wasn't  sure how she felt about this. It seemed kind of silly, really. And they  were totally going to make a mess out of the sheets and the resort had  one of those eco-friendly policies where they only changed things on  request and... Oh. He circled her nipple with the ice cube and the  tightening sensation shot straight to her clit. She'd had no idea there  was any kind of connection there, but now the ice was an exquisite  torment she couldn't get enough of. She pressed into his touch and he  did it again, drawing a smaller circle this time. Okay. She could be  convinced.

"Like that, don't you, sweetheart?"

"Mmm...more," she demanded.

He took orders well. He followed the ice cube with his mouth, his  tongue exploring the skin he'd chilled. Heat. A tingling chill. A jolt  shuddered through her as the erotic sensations washed over her. When his  mouth closed over her nipple, sucking, she bit her lip at the raw  feeling.