To Dare a SEAL (Sin City SEALs) by Sara Jane Stone Page A

looking at her.
    She ran her lips down his length, drawing him deeper and deeper into her mouth. His jaw clenched, but he kept his eyes open, focused on her.
    “Seeing you like this,” he said, his voice rough. “I want to slide into you from behind. I want to take you right here, bent over the edge of the couch, then over the bed—”
    Her tongue pressed against him as her mouth ran up and down, up and down…aw hell, he was on the fucking edge, primed to explode.
    “Natalie, I’m dying—” He inhaled sharply, fighting to hold back and make this moment last. “I’m dying to run my fingers through your hair, hold tight to your head, and fuck your sweet mouth.”
    She released his right hip and wrapped her hand around the base of his dick—a not-so-subtle reminder that she was calling the shots here. She maintained a firm grip on him as she moved her hand up to touch her lips.
    “Fuck me,” he growled. He settled for pressing his fingers against his own skull, his hands still behind his head.
    She owned this moment. And the way she touched him, her hand stroking him while she sucked harder and faster, the way she rocked back and forth on her tiptoes using her entire body to literally blow him away—she knew it.
    He closed his eyes and surrendered. He wasn’t going to win this one. But shit, if losing felt this good—
    “Natalie!” He roared her name. Hips pumping into her mouth, he came so damn hard his knees threatened to give out. But she didn’t let him go. The petite woman who’d driven him crazy from across the bar held tight and sucked him dry.
    When she released his very grateful dick, he opened his eyes and fought to catch his breath. Jesus, he’d barely moved a muscle and was winded. Natalie stood up straight and placed her hands on her hips.
    “I’m sorry,” he said. “I should have warned you I was about to come. Give me a few minutes, and darlin’, I’ll make it up to you.”
    He glanced at the bed. He wanted her flat on her back, hands above her head, while he pushed into her more than he wanted his next breath. And right now oxygen was pretty damn high on his priority list.
    “No,” she said firmly. “We’re done.”
    “Natalie.” He closed the gap between them and raised his hand to her breast. He brushed the dried chocolate paint off her nipple. One touch and his lower half shifted from I’m satisfied to Give me more . “This doesn’t end like this. Climb onto the bed and let me lick you clean.” She still seemed hesitant, but he had an idea how to tempt her. “And when you’re wet and ready, I want you to reach your arms up overhead and hold on. Grip the headboard, the sheets, just don’t let go until you come.”
    “No.” She pulled away and quickly scooped her clothes off the floor.
    “Natalie—”
    “I need to leave.”
    “You’re still covered in chocolate,” he said, tracking her movements as she pulled on her bikini top. “At least stay for a shower. Let me wash you.”
    “You won this round, Jack. But you won’t win the bet. This won’t happen again.”
    “Let’s call this round a tie,” he said.
    She turned to him, her lips—oh God, those lips—forming a thin line. “A tie?”
    “Better yet, let’s say this has nothing to do with the bet.” He paused. “I’m only asking for a little more time with you.”
    No dares. No challenges. Not this time. He wanted her to stay because he wanted to be with her a little longer.
    “I’m not going to have sex with you in the shower,” she said firmly. “Or anywhere else in this room. Not your bed. Not on the couch, or the floor.”
    “Understood,” he said, fighting a smile. The woman who’d just made him come so hard he saw stars was determined to list every location they would not be getting it on if she stayed. And the hell of it was that in this moment, he’d rather be naked with her and not doing anything than doing everything with any other woman. She walked past him and headed for the