The Navy Seal's Promise by Soraya Lane Read Free Book Online

her spine, made her lean closer into him,
and Luke didn’t need any further encouragement.
    “Hey,” he suddenly said, pulling back slightly and looking down at her.
    “Hey,” she whispered back a little shyly.
    They stared at one another again, like they had before. Not saying a
word, but Saskia’s mind was racing. Was she actually doing this? Making out
with a guy she’d known for less than 24 hours, and ready to rip her clothes off
if it meant staying close to him?
    “We might be stuck here for awhile,” he said, voice low as he glanced out
the window. They were surrounded by white. “Maybe quite a while.”
    Luke cleared his throat, but Saskia didn’t miss the silent message he was
sending her. His eyes flickered past her, only for a second, but not fast
enough for her not to keep up.
    She glanced over her shoulder, made certain there was nothing else there,
that he was actually thinking what she was. That he was trying his best
not to look at her for the very same reason – because if they did… Saskia
gulped.  
    Luke’s eyes said it all. They were inquisitive, mesmerizing… hungry .
And her fingers were itching to touch his face again, her lips tingling, ready
to be covered by his.
    She was having that problem with not getting enough air again. Because
she wasn’t this kind of girl. She’d never had a one-night stand, never done
anything reckless with a man before, never done anything risqué in her personal
life. Not ever.
    Screw it .
    Saskia flicked her tongue over her lips, nervously moistening them,
before closing the distance between Luke’s body and hers. She leaned in closer,
kissed him full on the mouth, and pushed back his shoulders as she landed in
his lap, straddling him.
    She’d flown halfway across the world for a 48 hour trip home, and she was
damned if she was going to waste it. She might not be able to make it to where
she was supposed to be going, but she sure as hell could make getting stuck in
the snow an experience she’d never forget.
    Luke didn’t know whether to grab hold of Saskia and take what he wanted
or push her back gently to her seat with regret. It wasn’t like he hadn’t been
thinking about doing bad, bad things to her, but… he didn’t want to take
advantage of her either.
    Fuck it . He ignored the voice of reason in his mind and went with
what his body wanted. What he wanted was to throw her in the back and
enjoy the whiteout with her in his arms, preferably with no clothes on. And if
she was game, so he was he.
    They were consenting adults . And that meant he wasn’t taking
advantage of her if she wanted it too. She’d been the one to climb into his
lap, after all. And who was he to ignore the request of a woman?
    Saskia moaned as he caught her bottom lip between his teeth, drawing her
in deeper for another kiss, and then another. It was as if she’d heard his
thoughts, was telling him it was okay. His hands fell into place on her hips,
held her there, palms pushed against the curve of her body. He skimmed them
down over her butt, down the curve of her thigh that he could reach, and then
back up to her hips again. Damn .
    Luke snaked his hands up to her waist and then to her stomach, pushed at
her top, desperate to feel her skin, to get rid of the fabric keeping them
apart. She gasped, pulling back from him, eyes staring straight into his, all
remnants of her blushing cheeks long gone.
    Now, her hair was falling out from her ponytail, her lips were plump,
pillowy, and her eyes had a wildness to them that made him tug her forward.
    “Off,” he ordered, murmuring against the soft skin at her neck and
tugging at her top again.
    Saskia raised her arms without pulling away from him, her slender body moving
closer in to his before surrendering and wriggling from her sweater. He didn’t
stop there, yanked the T-shirt she had beneath it off too, until all that was
left was her bra.
    A devil’s red, lacy, sexy as hell bra. “Doesn’t look Army issue,”