WARRIOR (CROSSFIRE SEALS, #5) by Gennita Low Read Free Book Online

to romancing a woman, Lucas preferred nice and slow, mostly because he usually liked to get to know the person first. His job was all about precision, planning and practice. War might be nasty business but a SEAL team incision was all about stealthy attacks.
    He’d applied this philosophy in his pursuit of female company—methodical and somewhat predictable because he was, after all, a SEAL. It’d never cross his mind that he wouldn’t succeed.
    That wasn’t happening with Kit.
    From the moment he’d set eyes on her, there was this urgency to go after her. Male instinct told him to claim and to claim quickly. He didn’t question why. From the get-go, he just knew this wasn’t going to be nice and slow.
    He prided himself as a pretty uncomplicated male. Don’t just talk. Do. Don’t just explain. Show. Don’t beat around the bush. Make it clear, mow it down.
    Yeah, he didn’t have much use for words.
    He could sum up his current thoughts in a couple of caveman sentences. Want Kit. Take Kit. Claim Kit.
    A nice hotel room would just have to do instead of a cave.
    Actually, this woman was leading the charge. She took the keys from the desk clerk. She led him to the room. She turned the key and tugged at his hand to come in after her.
    Okay, he kicked the door shut. But that was it. He quite enjoyed letting a woman order him around. Their jackets were already on the floor.
    “Take off your shirt,” she said.
    He obediently did so, pulling it over his head. Her smile made him want to rip her sweater off her but he stayed still as she ran bold hands through his chest hair.
    “Lower, please,” Lucas requested.
    “I like your chest hair. I like to play with it.”
    “They don’t give me the same pleasure as other parts of me,” he explained. He placed his hand over hers and slid it down over the steely bulge in his pants. His cock expanded some more, eager for more pleasure. “See? This part of me has hair too. And there is something there for you to play with.”
    Her eyes twinkled with amusement. “And what could that be?”
    “Something big. Hard. And I heard, quite enjoyable.”
    “Take off your pants, then.”
    “Thought you’d never ask,” he said, and did what came from years of training—unzip, tug, kick pants away. All SEAL, all commando. And his team’s motto: standing and ready for action.
    She looked down for a long moment, then her gaze came back up to meet his. Her eyes were very wide. She licked her moist lips.
    “Is that why they call you Cucumber?”
    Lucas smiled slowly. SEALs’ nicknames were given to them by their own platoon, usually after a physical attribute or an embarrassing moment. His came from a combo of both.
    “Kinda. Do you really want me to tell you a bedtime story now? I’d rather have you undress so I can tuck you into bed.”
    She lifted her arms. “Go for it, sailor.”
    He didn’t need to be asked twice. Her top came off in one swift pull and he threw it over his shoulder. She had on some frilly black bra. She unbuttoned her pants and they fell to the floor, then turned and ran towards the bed.
    He watched her luscious ass for a long moment. Praise the Lord for inventing thongs. And after his brain cells settled back down, he leapt after her.
    She bounced onto the bed. He dropped on his knees behind her, and tucking an arm around her waist, he stopped her from turning over. That sexy ass was too beautiful a sight.
    “Don’t move just yet,” he said, fitting his hands on the round cheeks.
    So smooth. He bent down and took a nibble. His hand, tucked under her, slipped inside the flimsy thong. She gasped as he cupped her.
    He slowly slid the elastic aside, intimately brushing against her, priming her. He was a big guy. It was important to get a woman really ready for him. She was wet already. He teased her some more while he took his time nibbling the back of her thighs and the gorgeous silky-smooth ass until he had her squirming.
    “Cupcake, I’m going to taste