SEALed with a Kiss (Alpha SEALs Book 2) by Makenna Jameison Page B

reached the door, his large frame towering behind hers.  How ironic that she’d initially been frightened of him in the parking lot.  In many ways, she’d never felt so safe or at ease as when she was with Evan.  He’d never let anything hurt her.  The problem was, who would protect her from him?  There was no way she could survive another catastrophic failure of a relationship.  No way her heart could heal from another hurt like that.
    As she reached for the doorknob, Evan caught her hand.  Warmth spread through her where his large fingers encircled her wrist.  She glanced up at him, confused, and her lips parted. 
    “Give me a chance,” he commanded, his voice low.  He released her wrist and brushed a strand of hair back from her face.  The heat from his fingertips left a trail of warmth across her skin. “Let me take you out this weekend.  On an actual date.”
    “We can’t.”
    He took a step closer as she stepped back, and he rested his large hands above her on the door, effectively caging her in.  His broad chest was inches away, his muscular arms trapping her.  He was tall and strong.  Virile.  The scent of him surrounded her, made her dizzy with want and desire.  She tilted her head up to look into those searing blue eyes.  They searched hers, penetrated her thoughts, seemed to know all of her secrets.
    “Because we’re just friends,” he said.
    He ducked his head lower, and she tried desperately to play it cool, to act unaffected and blasé, but her body betrayed her.  Her nipples tightened under her thin top.  Her breathing hitched.  Heat began to pool in her core.
    “Yes,” she whispered.
    “Because I’m too young for you,” he said softly, inching closer to her still.  Warmth washed over her skin, and she was certain she was about to spontaneously combust.  Flames licked through her body, racing faster and faster until her whole body was alight with awareness.  Heat coiled in her abdomen, spiraling down until arousal dampened her panties and she ached for his touch.  She couldn’t move from where he’d trapped her against the door.  Couldn’t run from him.
    Part of her didn’t want to.
    “Yes,” she breathed.
    Slowly, seductively, like he knew she wouldn’t be able to resist, his mouth moved inches away from hers.  Their heat intermingled; for a moment, she wasn’t sure where she stopped and Evan began.  She felt her intake of breath as her heart pounded wildly in her chest.  She shut her eyes.  He was close.  Too close.  Not nearly close enough.
    Then his lips brushed against hers.  They were soft and gentle.  Warm.  Full.  She let out a small moan of pleasure, and Evan took control of the kiss.  His hands still rested above her on the door as he bent his large frame down to kiss her.  He’d caged her in, yet the only parts of their bodies that touched were their mouths.  His words, his actions, everything he did had her helpless with wanting him.
    She longed for more contact, for him to crush his hard body into her.  She needed to feel the muscles in his broad chest pressing against her swollen breasts, his thick erection against her belly.
    She needed his hands all over her.
    She opened her mouth to him, clutching his tee-shirt with shaking fists.  His tongue dipped into her mouth, and he tasted of wine and spicy marinara.  Of something darker and distinctively male.  He kissed her slowly, leisurely, his tongue dancing with hers like he had all the time in the world.  Like he could spend all night exploring her mouth.  How he had so much damn control she didn’t know.  It felt like a fire was racing through her body, sparking every last nerve ending in awareness of Evan’s presence.
    As she trembled against the door, he finally pulled back. The only thing betraying his casual demeanor was the arousal in his blue eyes.  They were darker than she’d ever seen.  “I need to have you tonight, Ali.  Fuck, I need to make you come, hear you