At Her SEAL's Command (SEALs of Roseville, Book One) by Selena Blake Read Free Book Online

nurturing. Consuming, exactly what she wanted, surrounding to him. His hands held her exactly how he wanted her so all she could do was hang on tight and kiss him back.
    He took three steps forward, driving her backward until she hit the wall. He ground his hips against hers and she moaned.
    “Tell me to stop, Reya. If you don't—”
    Pulling his head back down, she slanted her lips against his. “Is that enough of an answer for you?” she murmured a while later.
    His groan sounded more like a growl but it delighted her. Then he was kissing her again, drinking from her lips as he let his hands roam. She touched everywhere she could as she hiked a leg over his hip.
    Yes. This was exactly where she'd always wanted to be, whom she wanted to be with and the way his thumbs drew lazy circles over her hips was far more enticing than anything she'd ever imagined.
    He slid his hands up her sides and undid her top button. Leaning back a fraction, he continued his task, his fingers brushing against the insides of her breasts. She sucked in a breath, oh so ready and completely eager to feel his hands there.
    Her nipples formed hard peaks begging for his touch. But he didn't pay them any attention. He just continued with the buttons until the shirt hung open. Another growl/groan rumbled from him as he trailed a kiss down her neck.
    She glanced at the textured ceiling amazed that this was finally happening. Dylan's dark hair brushed her jaw as he nipped his way across her collarbone.
    He seemed to know exactly where to touch her to get her to suck in a breath. Every brush of his fingertips ramped up her excitement. Across the tops of her breasts, due south across her stomach and then out over her sides before sliding down to cup her ass.
    Moaning, she tightened her fingers in his hair. He’d always had gorgeous, dark hair. Thick and slightly wavy, she’d fantasized about sinking her fingers into it for years. The reality was just as she’d suspected. It was softer than it looked.
    He trailed his lips down to where her collarbones met and then nibbled his way up the other side until he nipped her earlobe.
    “You are so hot,” he murmured against her skin.
    “Mmm… ditto.”
    “And I’ve wanted you for longer than is decent.”
    She smiled and another, thicker wave of lust washed through her.
    “Ditto to that too.”
    He pulled back and stared into her eyes. What was he looking for? She wasn’t sure and she didn’t know if he found whatever it was but it was like he couldn’t help himself because he stared at her lips for several moments. And then he was kissing her again.
    His hands pushed the shirt off her shoulders and he ran his tongue along the top and gently bit the spot where her arm and shoulder met. Her hips jolted against his. Surprise and shock met as the tiny moment of pain turned into something primitive and hot. Suddenly, she couldn’t stand anything separating them.
    Squirming against him, writhing in his arms, she touched everywhere she could. Tugging his shirt up, she helped him discard it. She had just a second, which was way too short for her, to take in the delicious sight. What was it about a shirtless man in low slung jeans?
    Then he was pressed against her again until she was pinned against the wall.
    “You’re going to be covered in paint,” he said, his lips a hair’s width from hers. He didn’t sound the least bit remorseful about that.
    Her insides quivered at the way his mouth brushed hers. Provocative and breathtaking.
    “I don’t care,” she said back.
    “We’ll take a shower later.”
    “Much later.”
    “You read my mind.”
    Ready to get rid of the remainder of her clothes, she let a sultry smile curve her lips.
    The masculine groan that rumbled out of him made her feel powerful and feminine. He jerked her shirt down until the cuffs dangled from her wrists. Stupid buttons. She struggled to get free.
    “Stay just like that.”
    “But I can’t—”
    “Just like that.”
    He