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

the look in his eye said he’d immediately clued in on the fact that her protest centered on their current location. Not the activity. Or him.
    “Are you sure?” He didn’t touch her, but she felt him inside as surely as if he had. “You know it would be good. You know I know exactly how you like it, a little rough, a lot dirty. The thrill turns you on as much as the motion. Let me show you that I haven’t forgotten one blessed thing about how to make you come.”
    “Your memory isn’t the problem,” she said loftily, her heart pounding as she imagined what he’d do if she said yes. “Your hearing is. I told you I’m not interested.”
    And then he’d challenged her to prove it. Walking away would accomplish that. Standing here salivating over how good they could make each other feel did nothing but play into his hands. She didn’t move.
    “Let’s just see about that,” he murmured and cupped her face, brought his mouth to within a hair’s breadth of hers, and stopped a frustrating millimeter away. “Tell me to stop.”
    To hell with that.
    Fisting his T-shirt, she yanked until their lips connected, and oh, God yes, Charlie was kissing her. His dazzling, talented tongue swirled against hers, claiming it with strong licks, and her back bit into the brick as he crushed her between his brutally hard body and the wall behind her.
    Moaning, she let her need flow, and he swept it up easily, taking her deeper into the maelstrom. His thigh wedged between hers, shoving his cargo shorts high on his leg. Hard muscles lodged right at her sweet spot, and yes , that was what she’d been lacking. Charlie . Exactly like this, holding her, feeding her desire, catching her when she fell.
    God , she’d missed this, missed the way he made her feel, missed his solidness.
    He pulled at the hem of her skirt until he’d bunched it at her waist and there was no barrier between her hot flesh and his leg except a thin scrap of lace. She strained against him, desperate for him. Desperate to get back to that place they’d been two years ago when the world made sense. The longing for that, for him, unfolded inside her with so much fire that it pushed her to the brink.
    She cursed. He was going to shatter her in under a minute. Right here, a block from her workplace, and that was enough of a cold bucket of water to introduce reality once again.
    “Stop.”
    He did instantly, stepping back and taking all his delicious heat with him.
    Expression hooded and implacable, he stood there, torso rising and falling erratically. Watching her. Reason returned along with a healthy bit of remorse. This man had the power to break her, and she’d forgotten far too quickly that she couldn’t rely on him.
    “All that proved was that you kiss like the devil and that my girl parts are in working order,” she said, but her body wasn’t on board with the distance between them and swayed toward him.
    At that, he laughed. Wickedly. “Wrong. It proved that you’ve been severely neglected and are in desperate need of a man in your bed who’s worth his Y chromosome.”
    The simmering testosterone in that statement should have her rolling her eyes, but she was still too raw and achy to ignore how his laugh crept into every last pore of her skin, heating it. “I’ve never denied that you have a singular ability to turn me on. The problem is that I don’t want you to.”
    “Still have a thing for Anderson then?”
    “Will you get off that subject?” Hands jammed down on her hips, she stared him down. “Jared has nothing to do with this. I don’t need either one of you, frankly. My vibrator doesn’t ignore every word I say or drop me in the middle of a territory grab between two grown men. Both of you should know better than to poke at each other because I had the audacity to exercise my God-given right to sleep with whomever I choose.”
    Instantly, his expression closed in. The chill crawled down her spine and not in a good way.
    “You’re