SEALs of Summer 2: A Military Romance Superbundle by Lynn Raye Harris, Elle Kennedy, Anne Marsh, Delilah Devlin, Sharon Hamilton, Jennifer Lowery, Cora Seton, Elle James, S.M. Butler, Zoe York, Kimberley Troutte Read Free Book Online

for who knows what reason. They could stare up at the night sky and tell each other all that had passed over the last dozen years.
    Can you tell him you slept with a married man?
    She hadn’t known. It didn’t make the guilt any easier to bear.
    Their bags thudded on the ground a second before his dry, calloused hands slid around her naked waist and pulled her back against his front.
    “Gotcha,” he whispered as he stroked to her bare breasts, his palms teasing her nipples with the lightest of rubs before he squeezed. “Oh, God. Larken.”
    “Yes,” she breathed. Yes, hold me. Love me. Don’t ever let me go. No, talking would be a mistake. She’d say foolish things. She scrambled for something safe. “Touch me.”
    “I’m going to do more than touch you.” He pressed his face hard into the back of her neck, nipping at her skin. “I’m going to devour you. I’m going to make you scream my name. I want you on your knees for me, sucking me deep. I want to bury my face between your legs, and I want to fuck you so hard they hear you on the next island.”
    “Yes, all of that. Please.”
    “Where?”
    She blinked. Oh. Right. He hadn’t been here before. “The cabin is clean. Or that platform is pretty splinter free.” Her breath hitched as he kissed her neck, open-mouthed, hot and demanding. “There’s a path that way, I think there are some logs and rocks…”
    “Cabin.”
    The parts of her body she foolishly hadn’t applied sunscreen to appreciated his consideration.
    “Faster, Larken.” He bit back a curse and lifted her in the air.
    “Hey, our bags!” she protested.
    “They can wait.”
    “Mine has condoms in it.”
    He set her down and she scampered ahead to the small cabin, kicking open the door in case any birds had gotten inside. None had. It looked as clean and dry as on her first visit to the island with Calli a few months earlier.
    “You packed condoms?” He growled from behind her, and she turned around.
    She worked at the button on her jean shorts. “And you didn’t?”
    “Of course I did. I’ve wanted to get inside you since the second you lifted those sunglasses yesterday.”
    “So crass,” she teased, sliding her shorts down her legs. That left her wearing just a skimpy pair of bikini bottoms. A terrible imbalance. “Strip.”
    “Come over here and help me.” He grinned, but she didn’t need to be asked—or ordered—twice. Get her hands all over his body? Yes, please.
    Her breath caught as she stepped closer. From across the clearing, across the room, she could be playful. Up close, where his dark brown eyes saw all of her and his brows drew heavy as he obviously breathed her in…up close, it was intense. Good. But real.
    Very, very real. She blinked up at him, memorizing the soft lines of his face. The straight bow of his lips. His nose, strong and proud. Those eyes. Dark. Piercing.
    His jaw, covered in a few days of dark stubble now. She leaned in as she slid her hands under his shirt and breathed the barest of kisses against his cheek.
    “Stop teasing, woman.” His growl made her wet. His scent tightened her nipples to razor-sharp tips, and, as she softened her mouth and licked down his neck, the taste of him made her thighs shake.
    “I’m not teasing,” she whispered. “I’m re-learning every inch of your body. And you will be patient, or I will punish you.”
    “Take your time.” His strained words pleased her immensely, and she gripped his chin, pulling his mouth to hers so she could kiss him.
    His tongued lashed against hers, but he stood there and took her gentle onslaught. She broke off long enough to tug his shirt over his head, then her lips found his again. Light, just sipping. An erotic connection, filament-thin and stronger than anything. It took her breath away.
    “Was it like this before for us?” she asked, barely aware she’d said it out loud, and he shook his head.
    “I don’t know,” his ragged response came, shaking in the air around