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

his jeans down his hips.
    Remy hissed at the touch of her tongue on his skin. He threaded the fingers of his right hand into her hair and cupped her skull as she explored him.
    “You’re so beautiful, Remy,” she said, her voice vibrating against muscle and bone. “So big and beautiful.”
    She swirled her tongue around his nipple at the same time she wrapped a hand around his cock, and he hissed in a breath once more.
    “Christina, dammit…”
    “Fair’s fair.”
    Before she could do any more damage to his control, he put his hands under her arms and picked her up, tossing her back on the bed and pouncing on her.
    He caught her arms, ringing her wrists with one hand and pushing them above her head. If she’d shown the slightest ounce of hesitation or fear, he’d have let her go.
    Instead, she hooked her toes in his jeans where they were lying around his knees and pushed them farther down. He kicked them off, and they disappeared over the side of the bed.
    “I pray like fucking hell you have a condom in this place,” he growled as she arched her hips upward and his cock glided along the wet seam of her sex. He’d deliberately not put any in his pockets because he hadn’t been intending to do this with her yet.
    Her eyelashes lowered a moment. “I bought a box the other day.”
    Relief coursed through him. “That’s good, cher . Real good. But we’re not going to need them for a little while yet.”
    He released her wrists and slipped down her body. She let her legs fall open as he settled between them. He studied the pretty folds of her pussy—the slick pink inner lips, the plump outer lips, the tight dark curls she’d trimmed into a triangle.
    When he met her gaze, she was watching him with the tip of one index finger in her mouth. The pearls gleamed against her milky skin, and her breasts rose and fell a little quicker than usual.
    Remy gave her a wicked grin. And then he did what he’d been trained to do—he stormed the gates and attacked with everything he had in his arsenal.

8
    C hristina had thought she knew what she was getting when she’d invited Remy into her bedroom. An orgasm or two, a romp in the sheets with a super sexy SEAL—she still didn’t understand how SEALs mixed with what her brother did since he was in the Army, but clearly they did—and the satisfaction of knowing she was still desirable.
    What she hadn’t expected was how it was going to feel when he touched his tongue to her neglected flesh. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d had oral sex, but she remembered that it wasn’t something Ben seemed to enjoy.
    Well, no shit, of course he hadn’t enjoyed it. It was a wonder he’d ever managed it at all.
    But this, oh God, this was nothing like she’d ever had before. Remy Marchand spread her with his fingers and then licked her clitoris with the kind of skill that suggested he’d done a lot of this.
    No, don’t think about that!
    And really, it was impossible to think about anything except the way his tongue felt gliding over her. He nibbled and sucked and licked while she panted and grabbed handfuls of the covers in her fists. Every stroke of his tongue was torture—and revelation.
    Oh, she hadn’t had nearly enough experience for this. She’d had lovers in college—well, okay, two. And then she’d had a couple of semiserious boyfriends when she’d moved to DC and gone to work at Girard Oil’s branch office here. And then there was Ben, which made a grand total of five.
    Five lovers, and not one of them had ever made her feel quite the way she felt right now.
    “Remy,” she gasped as her body tightened.
    “Hang on, honey,” he murmured before spreading her open and curling his tongue around her clit again and again.
    Christina saw stars that time. A wave of pleasure rippled outward from her sex, spread through her arms and legs, sizzled into her toes and fingers. She sucked in air, tangled her fingers into his hair, and held him against her as she rode