Redeeming Her SEAL (ASSIGNMENT: Caribbean Nights Book 9) by Kat Cantrell Read Free Book Online Page A

couldn’t have.
    “Now I know you’re lying. But we’ll roll with that for a moment. What are you interested in? Not Jared obviously. Who then? What turns you on these days?”
    “We’re not doing this.” She backed up until she hit the wall, if for nothing else than to jump start her brain. It was too hard to think when he touched her, which she suspected was the point. His fingers fell away, but not one iota of the sizzling awareness diminished. “I filed my report regarding Ilhota Rosa, and I’m done here.”
    His arm shot out to hit the brick behind her head, blocking her from leaving. “Oh, no. You are not done.”
    She smiled because really? “That’s so cute. You might have military training, but I’m still a third-degree black belt. Besides, you know I can duck under your arm easily. Right?”
    “You’re not going to.” Curiously, he eyed her. “What happened between you and Jared, anyway? Why’d you dump him?”
    “None of your business.”
    She crossed her arms and only succeeded in grazing his torso with her elbows. The man had an amazing physique, sun browned along his arms, and she knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that shade of tan spread underneath his shirt. The line stopped below his belly button and extended around to the back, just above his spectacular rear end. She could picture it perfectly.
    “He doesn’t know how to pleasure you like I do,” he murmured. “It’s okay. You can say it.”
    “Ha.” She shook her head with an amused smile to cover the way her pulse bobbled under his careful scrutiny. “That’s the last thing I’d say.”
    “Because you feel some sort of loyalty to him.” Charlie clicked his tongue in dismay. “That’s honorable. I can respect that. But he’s not here. I won’t tell if you want to just go ahead and admit that he doesn’t get you humming the way I do. That he never once bent you over the railing on a balcony in broad daylight and made you scream in full view of a beach thronged with people.”
    Her core flooded instantly and she shut her eyes. That balcony orgasm was indeed imprinted in her soul. As was the one on the beach at Ilhota Rosa—the first climax Charlie had brought her to and still her favorite because it had happened on the heels of swimming with the wild dolphins there.
    Nothing Jared had ever done could compare.
    “My relationship with Jared is not up for discussion,” she told him. Again.
    “Are you trying to convince me or yourself?”
    “I already know the truth. There’s nothing to convince myself of.”
    The truth? Jared liked women and had a lot of experience pleasuring one. She’d had plenty of orgasms in his bed. She’d had plenty of orgasms by herself too, and they ranked about the same. Nice. Nothing to write home about.
    “Prove it.”
    She blinked at the crafty expression on Charlie’s face. “Prove what?”
    “That you’re not interested in me anymore. That you’re so satisfied with the way Anderson pleasured you that you won’t incinerate under my mouth.”
    “What, you’re going to go down on me right here in the alleyway?” The second it left her mouth, she regretted it—of course he’d take it as a challenge. He’d been doing that from the moment she’d opened her mouth to ask him if he was waiting for her. She should have just laughed and walked away.
    Too late. His gaze latched onto the area in question and then traveled oh, so slowly back up to her eyes, burning everything in its path.
    “Are you asking me to?”
    Yes . Oh, please God, yes. Her body wept with the promise of his tongue against her fevered core.
    “No! We’re in public. I might have had sex with you on a balcony, but we were eighteen stories up in the penthouse. The odds of people actually seeing us were slim.”
    That had added to the thrill though, no doubt, and he knew it. Just like he knew he’d sparked something inside her that was going to be so much harder to deny than she’d anticipated. Especially given that