One Hot SEAL by Anne Marsh Page B

shoulders in a littler version of
that night’s waterfall. The waterfall might be smaller, but the feelings were
larger. God. She was in trouble here. She specialized in uncomplicated, hot
sex. Luke, however, didn’t seem to be playing by those rules.
    As if he sensed her brain going
into overdrive, he reached up and tugged her mouth down to his. His lips were
firm and knowing, as determined and focused as the man himself. She whimpered,
clenching her fingernails against his shoulders, marking his skin in a faint
echo of the way he branded her mouth. Yes. He wrapped the long, wet tail of her hair around one big hand, holding her in
place when, truth was, she had nowhere else to go.
    Nowhere else she’d rather be.
    He kissed her and she kissed him
back, her tongue stroking into his mouth, tangling with his tongue. He tasted
good, better than good, like Luke and mint and some flavor for which she had no
name but knew, in those heart kind of places she didn’t like to think about,
that she wouldn’t be forgetting anytime soon. Luke Dawson was going to
single-handedly ruin her for any other man, and right now, she didn’t care. He
kissed her and kissed her, and she kissed him right back.
     
     
    ~*~
     
    Cold-water swims in BUD/S training
hadn’t been half the torture swimming with an almost-but-not-quite-naked
Deelie. Her nipples were hard pebbles beneath the translucent fabric of her
bra. Her panties had to be see-through too, although his view through the
surface of the river wasn’t perfect. So he cupped her ass, lifting her over his
dick even as the water poured around them.
    “I’m soaking wet,” she said in that
tone of voice he’d learned meant: I think
I look like a hot mess even if you think I look like your best Playboy fantasy.
    “You’re fucking gorgeous.” Too bad
if she didn’t like rough and honest, but he hadn’t memorized any Hallmark
verse. “Wet’s a good look for you, and this is supposed to be my date, yeah?”
    It was afternoon. They were
skinny-dipping in a river on public land. Deelie seemed on board with the plan
though, so he was hopeful for the rest of his afternoon. She grinned at him, a
real genuine smile, not one of those flirty looks she liked to send his way. He
liked those too, but they seemed automatic, more like her version of please and thank you than a true reaction. Her eyes lit up with this smile
though, the tension flowing out of her body. Which he was in the perfect
position to know, seeing as how he was plastered up against her and the only
thing between them were her sopping wet panties and bra.
    “I don’t know,” she said, and it
took him a moment to remember what the fuck the question was. His brain shut
down around Deelie, got lost in the amazing feel of her. “We might have moved
onto the hot monkey sex part of our deal.”
    Her voice was rueful. It was also
husky, with a little thread of need that had him pulling her close.
    “Absolutely.” He slid one hand out
from underneath her ass, loving her whimper of protest, and traced her
collarbone with his fingertips. She was so soft, her bones delicate beneath her
skin. He’d fought beside SEALs who were rough, tough men who were well-trained
killers and lethal weapons. Deelie’s feminine body was fucking nirvana. She
moaned at his touch, and he must not have been a nice guy, because he loved
that little needy sound.
    “Luke—” Her lashes drifted
closed.
    “Say my name again.” He’d make damn
sure she knew who was holding her. Who was loving her. He hadn’t been lying
when he’d said that night at the waterfall all those years ago had simply been
their first. It damned certain wasn’t going to be their last, although he had
every intention of being her one and only from now on.
    “Luke. Luke, Luke, Luke.” She
chanted it without opening her eyes, that small secret smile of hers curling
her mouth.
    Love.
    Yeah, fuck him, but maybe he believed
in this whole love-at-first thing, because he’d been