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

fabric of the painter’s smock as she strained.
    He had to admit, he liked the way she couldn't move her arms too far. At his mercy, she'd been unable to do more than enjoy and vocalize. But they were past that point now and he needed to feel her skin against his, beneath his.
    Leaning closing, he trailed kisses down her jaw until he was at her ear. “And now I get to have you.”
    A breathy sigh escaped her lips and he slid his palms from her hips upward, flicking his thumbs over her nipples as he went. Despite the scent of paint, he inhaled her sweet honey fragrance. It made him want to lick her all over and see if she tasted as good as she smelled.
    “I want to touch you.”
    “And as much as I want you to do that, you probably shouldn't,” he said, even as he took mercy on her and released the buttons at her wrists.
    “Why?”
    “Let's just say I've been without a woman for a while.”
    “Really?” She went still.
    He pulled back and looked into her dark eyes. “Truly.”
    “But—” She didn't finish the thought.
    “What'd you think I did on missions? Hit every bar in town?”
    She shuddered and he mentally kicked himself. “I honestly try not to think of it.”
    “Reya—” he said softly.
    “But you're not always away.”
    He shrugged, not really wanting or knowing how to explain. And really, that wasn't important right now. What was important was getting naked and showing her how much he needed to be inside her, under her, surrounded by her.
    “Enough talking.”
    He trailed a finger down between her breasts to soften his words. She nodded and then grinned.
    “More kissing,” she said, lifting her lips to his.
    He groaned. “Exactly.” He’d always thought they’d be on the same wave length. And he couldn’t get enough of her lips. Now that he’d finally sampled them, he wanted to keep on drinking, tasting, and teasing.
    Hooking his thumbs beneath the hem of her tank top, he gathered the fabric and pulled it over her head. Today’s bra was pale blue, sheer with swirls of matching thread. Heaven help him, he wanted to trace the design with his tongue.
    But there’d be time for that later.
    Slipping his arms around her waist, he backed out of the room. Their tongues tangled as his back met her bedroom door. They worked together to get the knob twisted and the door open. He had the presence of mind to make sure the curtains were closed.
    “This ought to be interesting,” she murmured between kisses.
    He scooped her up and then laid her gently on the twin bed. “Is it weird?”
    Right now he was kicking himself for painting his bedroom. He’d had a double bed growing up but this was his grandmother’s bedroom and the bed was smaller. But at least it was horizontal and he wasn’t at risk of putting his foot in a pan of paint.
    “Kiss me and I won’t be thinking about anything else.”
    Damn she was good for his ego.
    He stood to finish shucking his jeans but smiled down at the gorgeous site. She was glorious and better than he’d imagined. Her skin was a few shades darker than his, her body full of delicious curves that he fully intended to explore.
    He toed off his shoes then hooked his thumbs over the top of his jeans and boxers and shoved them down, finally freeing his cock.
    Kicking them out of the way, he looked his fill. From years of intensive study, he'd known she was stacked, but looking at her now...with a sexy bra hinting at what lay beneath... That last little bit hidden from his view turned him on even more. He left the garment exactly as it was, preferring to use his imagination for a few minutes longer.
    He'd love to see her wrapped up in a black silk ribbon, crisscrossing her body, binding her. But that wasn't going to happen so he pushed the mental picture from his mind as he came down on one knee.
    She reached for him and he intercepted her arms.
    “I was serious about not touching me,” he said, holding her wrists above her head. “Keep them like