He was big everywhere.
Stroking her hand down his abs to the mushroomed crest of that bulge, she watched his control splinter.
“Trouble.” He said it like a warning and like he’d branded her with a nickname.
Maybe, right now, in this room, with this man, it fit.
In response, she flattened her palm over his cock.
His hand shot out, long fingers lashing around her wrist. “You keep that up, this’ll be over before it starts.”
Good. She wanted him as desperate as she was. Wanted to crack that iron discipline wide open.
She pushed upward, bringing their lips closer. “Then maybe you should do something about it, SEAL.”
The challenge hung between them, as thick as the want they’d both been battling for days.
Three heartbeats passed. Four.
Then he moved. He slipped his hand behind her and found the clasp of her bra. It gave way, and he peeled the straps down her shoulders.
She barely had time to register the sparks igniting in her nerves before his mouth landed on her throat. Scorching hot.
She let out a muffled cry, and he continued downward to skim across her collarbone. Each press of his lips came with the same precision she’d seen in that war room—only this time it was lethal to her senses.
When his lips closed around her nipple, her back arched off the bed. With a long, sucking pull, he drew a throaty moan from her that ended in a squeaking cry.
“Too hard?” he rumbled against her skin.
“Yes. No. Ineedit.”
Her answer seemed to please him because his eyes flashed when he looked at her. He parted his lips around her hardened bud and the heated pull of his mouth seemed to be directly connected to her pussy. It squeezed hard, and her panties flooded with want.
As he alternated between gentle and rough, teeth and tongue, she threaded her fingers in his hair and held on while she writhed beneath him.
He switched to her other nipple, bathing it with sweeps of his tongue while he slipped a hand down her stomach to the waistband of her borrowed sweats. She lifted her hips in silent permission.
Without lifting his head from her breast, he hooked his fingers under the sweats and her underwear, dragging them down her legs.
When he released her nipple, she bracketed his face with her hands and brought his tormenting lips back to hers. Her core tightened, and his jaw flexed under her fingertips as if he felt the same madness rising inside him.
Far too soon, he broke from the kiss. Without hesitation, he eased down her body.
Between her thighs.
His warm breath washed over her slick folds, and she hardly managed a single gasp before he buried his tongue inside her.
The rough stubble on his jaw ignited parts of her that had never been touched this way before. The roughness of his stubble mixed with the liquid heat of his tongue had her rocking up to meet the next plunge.
With a guttural groan, he drew his tongue free and slid it upward, through her wet folds, to stroke her clit.
“A-Ash!”
He stilled. Lips giving one small pull to her pulsating clit that made her see stars.
When she landed, he was braced over her, staring into her eyes. “It’s Angelo when you’re in my bed.”
She nodded—she’d agree to anything just to have his mouth on her again. But he didn’t lower his lips to her pussy.
