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

around his waist as sensation blossomed from the aching haven between her legs.
    Had it really been so long?
    The feel of Owen’s hands on her was so impossibly delicious that she could hardly comprehend how she had resisted him for so long – or if she ever would be able to again.
    In a dexterous movement, the man slid her shirt off over her head, throwing it heedlessly across the room to reveal breasts confined by a dark, lacy bra. Genevieve had only ever worn lacy underwear because it pleased her. For she, a woman so rarely sexually indulged, it reminded her that she could be a sensual being. But now, she was reminded of another purpose of lingerie. When Owen took in her enticing lacy accoutrement, a low, tortured sound escaped him. “ Christ , Genevieve. You’re trying to kill me.”
    The young woman inhaled sharply as Owen rose from the couch, hefting her easily in his strong arms to carry down the hall – past a bathroom and into the master bedroom. The décor was simple and neat, in colors of forest green and burgundy – but at that point, what Genevieve cared most about was the bed.
    It was large and unmade – and the moment Owen set her on it, he flipped her over, exposing her behind for his viewing pleasure. His hands curled into it, massaging each full globe firmly before he lowered his head to place a heated kiss at the base of her spine. “ Fucking divine.” She arched as his mouth continued lower, over the curve of one of her buttocks. “ Decadent.” Then, without warning, his hand came down sharply upon the crest of one cheek and a soft sound of surprise escaped her – a moment before the burn of arousal worked its way to her core. She didn’t think any man had ever hit her before – she’d never even contemplated such a thing. The second time Owen’s hand struck her buttocks, she yelped, the sound fading into a soft moan as his lips soothed the hurt his hand had caused.
    “Do you know how many times I’ve dreamed of this?” He growled softly, smoothing over her behind with his fingertips. “Of this toffee skin, ripe under my tongue?” His teeth grazed the curve of her behind and she inhaled sharply. The next thing she knew, the man’s bare chest – hard and sculpted – was sliding along the line of her spine until his mouth found the line of her neck and shoulder to nip there hungrily.
    When his hardness nestled against her womanhood – already soaking its way through her panties – Genevieve bit back a groan. He was immense – hotter and harder than she remembered. She had to exercise restraint not to turn over and rip the man’s sweatpants from him and demand that he enter her.
    This was, after all, about him.
    The man’s fingers slid over her belly, down further and further until he reached the hem of her panties. With hardly any hesitation, his hands delved beneath the thin fabric, almost immediately finding the dampness of her arousal. “ Fuck , Genny.” He growled against her ear, his hips thrusting powerfully against hers. “You’re so wet for me.”
    The words made her entire body quiver. He was so carnal – his voice thick with need. Two of his fingers slid over the wet length of her slit before finding her entrance. Whimpering, the young woman thrust her hips down into his touch, begging wordlessly. In a matter of seconds, Owen had reduced her to a shuddering, ingratiated creature of desire.
    He obliged her by thrusting two fingers deep into her hungry passage, and Genevieve cried out at the contact, her thighs tensing as the man’s mouth roved up and down the length of her neck. His opposite hand curved over one of her ample breasts, teasing its taut peak as he slowly worked his fingers in and out of her. Trembling moans and sighs escaped her as he stimulated her, her inner muscles clenching eagerly around his invasion. “ Yes, Genny… my Genny.” Owen’s murmur was dark and primal as he bit at her throat. “You were mine the first day I saw you.” His fingers