HOT SEAL Lover (HOT SEAL Team - Book 2) by Lynn Raye Harris Read Free Book Online

ran her hand over the coverlet automatically, smoothing out wrinkles. Ridiculous considering he was here to mess the bed up as much as possible.
    “In case you’re wondering, Ben never slept in this bed. It was our guest bed. When we split up, I moved out and took this furniture with me.”
    “Yeah, I was wondering.” He stepped into the room then, his dark form at odds with the frilly decor. His hands were shoved into his jeans pockets, and a little thrill ran over her at the idea of undressing him.
    She realized she’d picked up a pillow and held it to her middle. She set it down carefully, fluffing it as she did so, her throat suddenly dry. Remy was too smart to think she’d been straightening it in the first place. She didn’t know why she even tried to make him think the action was deliberate when they both knew it wasn’t.
    “Come here, Christina.”
    She swallowed—and then she walked over to him. He reached for her, curled a hand around her waist, and tugged her in close. Oh, she loved the strength of him. The way he took charge of the situation.
    “This is what’s going to happen,” he said, his voice a growly rumble. “First, I’m going to kiss you until you melt. Then I’m going to undress you and lay you down on that pretty bed where I plan to explore every inch of you with my fingers and tongue. Sound like something you’d enjoy?”
    Christina’s belly tightened with need. “Yes,” she whispered.
    “Good, because that’s not all. I’m going to lick you, baby, thoroughly and deeply, until you come hard on my tongue. Then you’re going to ride my cock until neither one of us knows our name anymore. I plan to be here for hours, you understand? In you, on you, under you— cher , I want it all before I’m through. If this doesn’t work for you, you need to tell me now.”
    Oh God. Her heart thundered and her ears burned, but yeah, she needed every bit of that right now. Every bit of Remy.
    “It works for me.”
    He smiled a slow, wicked smile. “Glad to hear it, ma petite .”

7
    R emy knew she was nervous . But she wanted this, that much was clear. Her pretty eyes dilated, her bottom lip dropped, and her tongue darted out to lick it. He practically groaned.
    Yeah, there was something special about this girl. Something that made the need hammering through him practically hurt. He wanted her, and he wanted to make her happy. He didn’t want her to regret a moment of this.
    His gaze lifted and slid over the room. Goddamn, it was so frilly and girly it ought to make his skull ache, but it fit her. Christina Girard was a lady. A soft, gentle lady who didn’t deserve the shit being heaped on her by her asshole of an almost-ex-husband.
    It was a wonder her brother hadn’t pounded the guy into the dirt yet. Then again, it was probably a good thing considering what he was capable of—what all the HOT guys were capable of.
    Remy had planned to start kissing her right here, but he bent and put an arm behind her knees, sweeping her up and into his arms as easily if she were a feather. She gasped softly, her arms winding around his neck as he carried her the few steps to the bed. It was totally unnecessary to pick her up considering how close the bed was, but there was something about doing so that felt right.
    He put a knee on the bed and laid her back on it, coming down on top of her. He could feel her heart hammering in her chest in the moment before he lifted himself up and put a little bit of space between them.
    He kissed her gently, softly, but she didn’t seem to want soft. She lifted her head and kissed him harder, her tongue demanding where it stroked against his.
    All right, he could change the pace if that’s what she wanted. He held himself up on his elbows, his hands cupping her face as he devoured her mouth.
    She moaned as she met him eagerly, their tongues tangling and bodies straining to rub against each other.
    Shit, he was hard. So fucking hard that every shimmy of her hips