At Her SEAL's Command (SEALs of Roseville, Book One) by Selena Blake Page B

people.”
    “Doesn't mean I wasn't thinking of you every chance I had.”
    “Dylan—”
    He stepped closer, crowding her. Her whole body seemed to relax and she tipped her chin up.
    “I've always wanted you, but I was never going to make a move when I knew I'd be going off to some hell hole. You already have Teo to worry about—”
    “I worried about you too.”
    “Exactly. I didn't want to make it worse on you.”
    She glanced down at the floor then. He cupped her cheek and forced her gaze up again.
    “What is it?”
    He watched her chest rise and fall.
    “If you hadn't hurt your knee—”
    “My contract ended this fall. I wasn't going to reenlist. I'm too old these days. They're training 'em younger and younger.”
    He waited for her to say something, to smile but she just stared at him, those eyes sucking him in. The need driving him tightened and he ducked his head to brush a kiss across her lips.
    “It took me longer than it should to get my head back together.”
    “Why don't you want to be a Dom anymore?” she asked, cocking her head to the right.
    It was as if his closeness, the kiss hadn't fazed her. He was rock hard and ready to go. But it didn't surprise him that she wasn't done with her questions.
    “I don't need that outlet anymore.”
    “That's it? You're out of the SEALs and suddenly you don't need to be in control anymore?”
    He bit back a sigh.
    “Let's just say I saw things that changed my thoughts on the lifestyle, how women are treated. I was never into the darker stuff but I was conflicted just the same.”
    “But it's consensual,” she defended.
    “Yes.”
    “Tie me up Dylan. Show me that side of you.”
    Those words sounded so sweet on her lips, exactly what he needed to hear. That moment brought everything he'd ever thought about her, everything he'd ever wished for into one pinpoint of focus. In the SEALs, they called it the Red Circle.
    Reya was his Red Circle.
    His breathing shallowed as he skimmed his hands along her waist. Slowly, he unzipped her dress, letting the anticipation make her breathless.
    “Did you—when you thought of me,” she seemed to trip over her words.
    “Say it,” he whispered against her ear and tugged the thin straps down her shoulders.
    “Did you think of me as submissive?”
    Truth time. “Yes.”
    “Why? I'm not the least bit submissive.” Her stance went from relaxed to inflamed in a heartbeat.
    “You are with me. You've always let me lead, deferred to my judgment, you wait on me in the sweetest ways. In the shower the other day, you didn’t second guess me tying you up and offering you pleasure. Submission isn't a bad thing Reya. It doesn't make you lesser. You hold all the power.”
    She gave an unladylike snort.
    Her disbelief was completely normal and although he'd always taken fully trained subs, he wasn't opposed to showing her what he meant.
    “You like showing off for me, don't you honey?”
    Her eyes widened and her temper waned.
    “You were strutting around in your bath towel a week ago, hoping I'd notice, weren’t you?”
    She didn't admit it but he saw the truth in the rapid flutter of her heartbeat. How far could he press her? Could he make her admit everything?
    “I like it when you show off your body to me.” He drew his thumbs up her sides, just far enough to get her breasts' attention. They lifted beneath his gaze and he smiled.
    “Take your dress off for me. I want to watch.” He kept his tone softer than usual, coaxing her into his bidding.
    Without hesitation, she stepped back and let the straps fall. The bodice gave, revealing a sexy nude colored bra that held her breasts up like twin melons on a platter.
    His mouth watered and he ached to taste them, to strip the garment away and consume her. But he stood fast, feet shoulder width apart, arms at his sides.
    Her thumbs hooked over the summery fabric and pushed it south, revealing her gorgeous caramel colored curves. He held his breath as the dress fell into a