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

kissed his way down her chest, stopping to dip his tongue beneath the top of her tank top. Who was she to argue with a man on a mission? Especially when his mission seemed to be getting her pants off.
    The aching deep inside grew heavier and a soft, needy sound climbed up her throat.
    “Easy. We’ll get there, beautiful.”
    Something inside of her melted at his words and she felt herself relax. He thought she was beautiful. If there’d been a mirror overhead, she was sure she’d see the silliest, happiest grin on her face.
    He snapped the button on her shorts and tugged the zipper down, all while paying attention to her breasts with his mouth. Since her hands were trapped she let her moans ignite him. Then he pushed her shorts and panties down in one fluid movement, baring her to him.
    Her heart thundered. She’d imagined this a thousand times, dreamed of how he'd touch her, what his skin would feel like against hers. His lips trailed down her stomach in hot, open mouthed kisses that heated her through the thin fabric of her tank. He didn't give her any time to feel shy or self-conscious before he delved deeper.
    Her breath stalled in her lungs and she kept her shoulders firmly against the wall as he teased her lower lips with his tongue. He moaned against her tender flesh and she'd never been so happy that she'd started getting waxed while she was in Spain.
    Every flutter, each flick was amplified, taking her higher so much quicker. She thrust her hips in time with his movements, trying to spread her legs as best she could. His right hand left her hip and spread her folds, leaving her clit open for his sensuous assault.
    Eyes squinted shut in concentration, she exploded as the tip of his tongue traced circles around her. Exquisite pleasure filled her from head to toe and the heady sensation made her cry out as her body tensed.
    Panting, she wasn't aware of much until Dylan kissed his way up her torso.
    “You're delicious.”
    Her cheeks heated at his bold words.
    She couldn't believe he'd just done that to her, much less...said what he'd said.
    “Why are you suddenly shy?”
    At his full height again, he studied her, his lips quirked up in a cocky smile.
    “You,” was all she could get out.
    Your words, that smile, how freaking masterful you are with that wicked tongue.
    “What about me?” he asked, his hands moving to the front of his jeans.
    She held her breath as he popped the button and dragged the zipper down slowly. Oh hell, he was doing that on purpose. She could tell.
    “Hurry,” she breathed.
    “In a rush, doll?”
    “You have no idea,” she muttered.
    She couldn't remember a time when she hadn't wanted Dylan Harper. While the other girls in her homeroom were fawning over the guys on the football team, she'd been scoping out her brother's best friend. While her best friend Latisha had been mooning over movie stars and boy bands and Usher, she'd been trying to figure out how to be alone with Dylan.
    He paused, fly agape, black and white checkered boxers showing. His stare was intent, almost as if he was willing her to understand.
    “I meant what I said, Reya. I've wanted you for a long time.”
    That surprised her even though she’d wanted to believe he's seen her as more than a kid sister. He’d always treated her like she was special and now he was finally making a move. They were stepping outside of the friend zone and she couldn’t wait to feel him inside her, around her.
    “How long?” She wished her hands were free so she could touch him. With her hands essentially trapped at her sides, she felt extra exposed.
    But the heat in his eyes said she wouldn’t have to wait much longer.

    D ylan watched the uncertainty war with desire in her eyes. He must have been better at keeping secrets than he'd thought.
    “A long, long, long time,” he said, punctuating each word with a kiss to her face.
    Eyes, cheeks, chin, and finally, her lips. She moaned and then he heard her hands move, rustling the