SEALs of Summer 2: A Military Romance Superbundle
with your heart. Of course I’ll use a condom.”
    “Oh.” She stuck her tongue out at him. “That’s okay. My heart is made of concrete now.”
    He didn’t believe that for a second. “Well, I’ll be careful with it all the same.”
    She made a not-caring hum as he shifted down her torso, kissing between her plump little breasts, loving first one tight nipple, then the other, sucking them deep into his mouth. She was damn responsive there, writhing beneath him, spreading her legs wide. He trailed his hand ahead of his mouth, lightly running his fingers through her wet folds as he savored the unique taste of her skin, sweet and salty. Down her quaking belly, he pressed kisses to the dip between her hip bones, then up over her sexy-as-sin bare mound. He could lick and suck all of her this way, and once he was between her legs, he settled in to do just that.
    This wasn’t the first time he’d had Larken all spread out for him, but twelve years earlier, he’d been so intent on not getting caught in a fellow candidate’s pants, or jizzing in his own, that he hadn’t taken time to truly appreciate how beautiful she was. How pink and shiny and gorgeous her pussy was, blooming open for him. He did that now, kissing her all over as he told her that she tasted good—and she did, like sunshine and the ocean and pineapples all wrapped up in a heady sex-sundae.
    He found her clit, first with his tongue, then his fingers, and she made the best sounds when he circled it, desperate little moans that made him feel ten feet tall.
    He found a rhythm that worked for her, long, slow licks of his tongue that started a delicious climb toward her first orgasm. By the time her legs were clenched tight around his head, his cock was fully hard again, and when she exploded, rocking helplessly against his mouth, he gently licked her down.
    Then he slid on a condom and, bracing one hand on the floor beside her head, fisted his cock, finding her entrance warm and snug and ready for him.
    He groaned her name as he stroked into her, sinking a few inches as she cried out, a breathy sound of pleasure he wanted to hear over and over again. Rocking his hips, he brought them together twice more, and on the fourth thrust, he sank fully into her. She sighed, echoing his own bone-deep satisfaction, and deep inside her he swelled. Home . Yes, this was right. This was perfect.
    And then it got even better when she rolled her hips, encouraging him to move. He could move. He could move mountains and part seas for her. Loving her with his body would be the easy part.
    It didn’t take either of them long to wind back up to a climax, and soon Larken had one hand between them, stroking herself as he drove into her. Faster. Harder. She panted his name as everything in his body started to spark, as they streaked past the point of no return, where his brain went into tunnel vision mode and all he could think about was losing himself in her body. Of drowning in her skin.
    Te amo . It was too soon, but the unexpected thought pulsed through him and he couldn’t deny it. If she gave him half a chance, he’d pursue her to the ends of the earth.
    With her name on his lips and possession in his heart, he thrust into her one last time, trapping her hand between their bodies as she cried out.
    No, it had never been like this between them before.
    And now that he’d found this connection, he was never letting it go.
    Te amo .

Chapter Seven
    ‡
    T he sex had been stupendous, but it wasn’t a magic pill. It took a while for the glow to fade, because they’d lain together, kissing and laughing and quietly talking about nothing. And that had been perfect.
    But as soon as they got dressed again, Larken’s shell snapped back into place.
    Ridiculous woman. Didn’t she know he now had zero compunction about busting right through it?
    They hiked up to the highest point on the island, the top of a grass-covered rocky cliff, and she told him what she knew about The Exumas

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