HOT SEAL Lover (HOT SEAL Team - Book 2) by Lynn Raye Harris Page A

strength to do it all again.”
    Oh, the things he said made her squirm—in the very best way. Her body was still languid from her orgasm, and yet she was unsatisfied too. She needed more.
    A little pinprick of fear pierced the bubble of her happiness, reminding her it wasn’t a good idea to get addicted to this man. She couldn’t trust herself right now, couldn’t trust her heart or her head. Men were unhealthy for her long-term peace of mind at the moment.
    Remy dropped his mouth to her neck, sucked the skin over her throat. “You okay with that, Christina? Or you need a bit more foreplay?”
    She tugged on his hair until he lifted his head and looked at her. “If you give me any more foreplay, I may say something very unladylike.”
    He laughed. “Oh honey, I definitely want to hear you say something unladylike. Lots of things, in fact. But yeah…” He pushed forward then, entering her in a long, slow glide. “I’d much rather get down to business.”

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    B eing inside Christina was every bit the heaven he’d hoped it would be. Her eyes dilated, her jaw went slack, and the grip she had on him tightened as she arched her body up to meet him.
    Remy had to be still for a long moment just to regain his equilibrium. He’d fucked a lot of women in his life, been semiserious with one once, but he’d never felt quite like this before. As if the next breath he took had to happen with her beneath him. As if her not being there would be the end of him somehow.
    It was crazy and unreal—and he didn’t fucking care how nuts it was. He only wanted to feel everything he was feeling right now for as long as he could.
    He started to move deep inside her, drawing his cock out of her body and then pushing forward again. No matter that he’d said he was going to lose control when he got inside her, no way would he hurt her. No way.
    Her legs wrapped high around his waist, her slim ankles resting on his back, and he reached down to cup her ass in one hand, lifting her even more.
    “Oh,” she gasped, her eyes closing, her teeth nibbling her bottom lip.
    “Fuck,” he whispered, licking that lip, sucking it between his teeth as he increased the pace.
    “Yes,” she moaned into his mouth. “ Yes. ”
    “Kiss me,” he ordered, and she obeyed, her tongue slipping into his mouth and tangling with his.
    Her lips were so sweet, her tits so perfect, her pussy a world of pleasure he was getting lost in. The control he’d held so tightly slipped until he was pounding into her faster and harder, until they had to break free of the kiss to gulp in air, until the world narrowed into a dark point in the distance he had to reach.
    His release slammed into him like a hard crash against a concrete wall, taking his breath, his strength, his ability to form words. He felt Christina coming around him, her body gripping his tight, forcing more pleasure into the moment than he’d thought possible.
    He poured his body into hers until there was nothing left, and then he rolled to the side, relishing the cool air where it hit his sweat-dampened skin. His throat was scratchy, and he knew it was because he’d shouted a stream of dirty words as he came.
    He didn’t know what to say, hadn’t quite processed the gravity of everything he was feeling. This was more than random, emotionless fucking. But how much more? What else could it be when they barely knew each other?
    He didn’t know, but he knew it was. He reached for Christina’s hand, threaded his fingers through hers, and squeezed. She squeezed back, but her heart didn’t seem to be in it. He propped himself up on an elbow and gazed at her. Her eyes were closed tight, the corners of her mouth turned down in a frown, and that made his heart skip.
    Dammit, he should have had more control.
    “Baby, was I too rough? You okay?”
    She opened her eyes and turned her head to look at him. And then she smiled, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes the way it had earlier.
    “I’m