Lucky SEAL (Lucky Devil #2) by Cat Miller Page A

and forth, stroking the little button into a frenzy. Heightening her pleasure until she whimpered. Jennifer was so close to climax, but Rourke pulled away before she reached the peak. Jennifer clutched at Rourke, trying to bring him back to where she needed him, but he had other plans.
    “I have to be inside, Jennifer. I want to feel you come on my cock. I want to ride you through it, baby.” Rourke’s breathing was fast, his words ragged with desire. Jennifer didn’t argue.
    Rourke lightly stroked her clit, keeping her on the edge while he pressed his thick shaft into her needy body. Rourke’s shaft was like hot steel entering her clinging channel. Rourke was so excited, he felt somehow larger than he had the last time they came together. Thankfully, she was so wet and ready. Rourke didn’t struggle for long to penetrate her aching pussy. Inch by inch, he made his way into her tense, excited flesh. She was so ready to come. She quivered around his length, and Rourke groaned.
    He rotated his hips and drove deeper. She clawed at his shoulders. Rourke kissed her, and she tasted her own arousal on his lips and tried to imagine what Rourke would taste like on her tongue. She would find out if he gave her a chance.
    Rourke shifted and thrust, slowly moving this way and that until Jennifer mewled when he hit her sweet spot. “That’s it, baby, I got you now.” Jennifer wasn’t sure if that was a threat or a promise. It turned out to be both.
    With precision, Rourke swirled and pressed. He never really retreated but ground into her. She grew tighter and tighter as he manipulated that sweet spot with single-mindedness until she screamed his name and climaxed in waves of heat and moisture and mindless pleasure.
    Rourke let go of his restraint when Jennifer came. He lost control and began to thrust into her with abandon. Jennifer held on tight, riding the waves of their shared pleasure until a second orgasm overtook her body so fully she couldn’t even scream. Jennifer’s spasming core ripped a shout of ecstasy from Rourke’s throat as he pumped his hips and jetted his seed deep into her core. The pleasure kept coming and coming. Rourke caught her lips and continued to thrust on and on until she collapsed after a third shattering climax.
    It was intense, earth shaking, life changing sex that Jennifer would never forget as long as she lived. Rourke collapsed next to her and pulled Jennifer into his side. She rested her head on his shoulder, breathing erratically over his hot, damp skin.
    There weren’t words to express how Jennifer felt. So she kept her mouth shut, fearing she would ruin the moment by blurting out that she loved him. Rourke would think she was crazy. A real stage five clinger. Jennifer couldn’t explain even to herself why she felt so deeply for this amazing man. So she would keep all of those tender emotions to herself. Likely forever.
     

SIX
     
    “What’s your last name?” Jennifer asked after her heart had slowed enough that she could speak after their second round of sex so hot she’d talk about it in her diary if she had a diary. She was sprawled across the washboard chest a man whose last man she did not know. It made her feel dirty. She wasn’t the girl who slept with men whose name she didn’t know.
    Rourke tensed beneath her, so she knew he heard the question, but he didn’t answer. Jennifer slid off him and rose up on one elbow to look into his eyes. Rourke was staring at the ceiling, and if she weren’t mistaken in the low light of the bedroom, he was blushing. Did he not want her to know his last name? What the hell?
    “What? You can fuck me, but I can’t know your name?” she snapped out the question, feeling embraced and a little hurt.
    She tried to remove herself from his ridiculously comfortable bed, but Rourke wouldn’t let her go. Rourke rolled with her until he had her pressed beneath him on the bed again. She was glaring up at him. He was frowning at her. It wasn’t an