Saving the Seal: A BWWM Navy Seal Interracial Romance by Cristina Grenier Page A

his way…some mental barrier.
    She had encountered this before – and when most patients reached this point, it was often a loved one – a wife, a daughter, or a friend – who helped the patient open up.
    Owen’s father wasn’t present, and his mother never would be. She didn’t know anyone he was close to well enough to draw them into this session – but she didn’t want to lose this moment. Not when so much was riding on it.
    Genny hesitated for only a moment before reaching out to take the man’s hand in her own, sliding her fingers against his calloused palm. Owen visibly jolted, his eyes lowering in surprise to where she held his fingers loosely. “It’s alright, Owen. I’ll listen to anything you have to say…I promise I’ll help you through it. You just need to talk to me.”
    It seemed an eternity before Owen’s eyes rose slowly to meet her own, his expression tortured. “It’s not as though I don’t want to, Genny. I just…I can’t .”
    He needed something more. Something no one had given him before. And the moment the notion entered her mind, Genny knew what it was. Her face flushed slightly and her body heated, but she knew that what she gave Owen wasn’t about carnal lust anymore.
    It was about him believing that she believed in him…and if he needed physical proof, she could give it to him.
    Better that than to watch Daniel Kant ruin him for a paycheck.
    Without a word, Genevieve rose onto her knees, inching closer to the man until she could cup his face between her palms. Her palm gently traced over the scar on one side of his face before her gaze fell to his mouth. The mouth she had longed to kiss again since that first time. When her mouth lowered to his, touching it briefly, gently, the man made a sharp sound of surprise, his fingers curling around her waist even as he jerked backward in shock. Quickly, the young woman reassured him. “It’s not about that….Owen. If it was just about that, I would have given into you a long time ago.”
    She watched him – watched him register the desire in her eyes – the understanding there. He needed her – in a way too few others could comprehend.
    “You’re sure?” His tone was tentative, disbelieving, as he slowly drew her back to him, his gaze darkening. “You have to be sure, Genevieve.” His suddenly husky tone made her shudder. “Because once I start, I won’t stop.”
    The statement went straight to the core of her, making her bite back the moan of want that threatened to tear from her throat.
    This was her last chance to back out – to keep from being undone even as she sought to undo. “I’m sure.”
    The moment the words left her, she was crushed against him, his mouth devouring hers with a ferocity that took her breath away. The man’s tongue slipped into her mouth, stroking hers brusquely to life and making her arch against him as her fingers slid into his hair and against his scalp. Ever since Owen’s picture had first landed on her desk, she had imagined this – hoped for it even as she’d known how very dangerous it was.
    Now, as she kissed him – tasted coffee, strength and pure masculine desire – and she forgot her propriety and all the warnings her subconscious had buffeted her with.
    She wanted him.
    Owen growled against her mouth as his hands curled into her behind, drawing her even closer to him as he sucked and nipped at her lower lip. When his mouth left hers, his tongue following the line of her throat to the crease her breasts, a low gasp escaped her. God, his mouth was hot and demanding, lighting a fire wherever it travelled and making her shudder in undeniable pleasure. His hands seemed to be everywhere at once – roving over her behind, peeling her skirt upward until her lower half, clad in lacy Brazilian briefs, was exposed – and then jerking her flush against him. He pressed his jutting erection against her through the thin material of her underwear and she cried out softly, her arms sliding