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Forgot all about everything except tasting
her.

Lifting one hand, Sam tucked his finger
under her chin, raising her face to his. Eyes locked on hers, he
lowered his head and brushed his lips over hers. She was so soft.
So sweet.

He rubbed her lips once. Twice.

Her mouth welcomed him. He could feel her
smile, as smooth as the fingers she skimmed over the back of his
neck. He knew it was that smile she got sometimes when she looked
at him when she thought he wasn’t paying attention. The one that
did weird things to his belly.

Since he didn’t know what those things were,
he opted to focus on the kiss instead.

Only this time, because she was his answer
to every doubt he’d ever had, the third time he went for broke.

 

A SEAL’s Proposal: Chapter Three

 

 

He looked so good.

He felt even better.

Bryanna wrapped herself around Sam, reveling
in the feel of his arms holding her close, the taste of his mouth
on hers. He was here. Really here.

A part of her wanted to cry with relief
because she’d missed him so much. But she easily buried that part.
Not only because she learned by the age of three not to show any
emotion over someone she loved leaving or returning from duty. But
because it was so easy to lose herself in the feel of Sam.

His mouth was soft, an erotic contrast to
the sandpaper texture of the hint of whiskers scraping her chin.
She knew he’d likely shaved when he’d gotten off duty. But Sam
would have to shave twice a day to keep his face smooth. She
skimmed her palms over his cheeks, reveling in how manly he was. So
sexy, so manly.

So damned perfect.

Her lips raced over his, her tongue dancing
along his. Sweeping and swirling before she sucked his into her
mouth.

He gave a low growl, the sound sending tiny
shudders of excitement through her body.

She gave a soft hum of appreciation.

He returned the favor, nipping gently at the
tip of her tongue as he did.

Her thighs trembled, wet need pooling
between them.

Oh yeah. She ran her palms along the corded
strength of his throat, over the rigid power of his shoulders and
down the length of his very hard, very buffed arms. She purred deep
in her throat at the feel of all those muscles.

“Mmm,” she murmured, pulling back just
enough to meet his eyes. “You have the most incredible body.”

“BUD/S,” was all Sam said before taking her
mouth again. Even though his tongue danced a sweet and tempting
dance over hers, Bryanna’s belly tightened with misery.

Even as hot need clawed through her belly,
Bryanna fought the feeling that she was betraying herself. It was
as if she were worshipping at the throne of her own heartbreak. The
very body she wanted more than her next breath was honed by the
very thing that would take Sam away from her.

Still, she couldn’t resist.

Desperate to make him want her, to need her,
as much as she did him, Bryanna’s mouth grew hotter. She nipped and
sucked, licking and teasing until Sam’s mouth was voracious against
hers.

She felt as if he were eating her up in big,
starving bites.

And she wanted more.

His hands were hot through the cool satin
that slicked, tight, over her torso. Because the satin was so heavy
and thick, she gave a brief moan of regret when he cupped her
breasts because she couldn’t feel more than pressure.

It was like being trapped, her nipples hard
and aching inside, his hands hard and tempting outside the corset.
Bryanna arched her back, pressing tighter, pushing into those big
hands of his.

“Touch me,” she demanded against his lips,
her fingers digging into his arms as if she held tight enough he’d
move his hands, slide them under the fabric, stroke her aching
flesh. “Touch me, now.”

“Anything you want, baby,” he murmured, his
mouth skimming along her jaw.

Anything she wanted?

Oh, she wished.

Focus on the pleasure, she ordered
herself.

Just the pleasure.

With that in mind, she closed her eyes,
letting her head fall back as if her hair weighed a ton. And
waited.

Would his touch be as gentle as his lips
were as he pressed kisses along her throat? When his fingers
skimmed, so soft and sweet, along the sharp curve of her corset
where it dipped between her breasts, she figured he would.

Then he moved.

The cool air hit her a moment before the
whoosh of ripping fabric sounded in her ears. Was she naked?

She did a quick mental scan and realized
that, yes.

Except for her tiny satin panties, she was
naked.

Her eyes flew open, her shocked stare
meeting the passionate intensity in his midnight eyes.

That powerful gaze was locked on hers as his
hands cupped her bare breasts. Sam had big hands. Wide palmed, long
fingered and hot. So hot.

He simply held tight while staring into her
eyes.

Bryanna trembled.

Her breath caught in her throat, her pulse
racing as her mind blurred with desire.

She wanted to say something—anything—but she
couldn’t find her voice. She couldn’t even find words. She was
completely under Sam’s spell.

As if he’d just been waiting for her to
realize it, he smiled. A slow, wicked smile echoed by the
triumphant look in his eyes.

“Mine,” he claimed in a low, guttural voice
just before he buried his face between her breasts.

Desire, already coiling low and hot, snapped
then and there. Pleasure climaxed low in Bryanna’s belly, the
orgasm making her clit quiver and her breath come in strangled
gasps.

“Inside me,” she begged. “I want you hard
and deep inside me.”

But Sam was too focused on what he was doing
to listen to her plea.

His eyes shifted down to watch his hands as
he rubbed his hands over her breasts. The work-roughened palms
brushed, swirled, rubbed her nipples into rigid delight.

“Sam,” she gasped, her own hands sliding
down to grasp his wrists. She wanted more. Needed so much more.

“Not done, yet.”

Desperate to change his mind, she slipped
her hands over the back of his, their fingers tangling as she tried
to make him move.

And he did, but not the way she’d
planned.

As if she wasn’t hanging on to them, his
hands slipped lower to cup her breasts, lifting them for his heated
perusal.

He shifted their entwined fingers, his
swirling around her aureole so her fingernail scraped along the
edge of her nipple, making her gasp and press her thighs tight
together and squirm.

Then he lowered his head.

His mouth moved from breast to breast, his
tongue swirling one nipple then the other. His teeth scraped left,
then right, sucking hard, then soothing soft.

She came in wave after quaking wave.

It was like being pulled into a whirlwind of
pleasure, the intensity of it spinning her around and around until
Bryanna was dizzy and helpless.

She felt incredible.

But she wanted more.

His dick pressed, hard and tempting against
her belly. Her hips pushed and swiveled as she tried to tempt him
lower, tempt him inside.

Releasing his hands, her fingers raced down,
sliding between their bodies to struggle with his belt, his zipper,
the button on his jeans. It felt as if it took forever, but
finally—oh, baby, finally—she rubbed the pads of her fingers over
the velvet head of his dick.

Her mouth watered to taste.

Her nether lips ached for a touch.

Her body throbbed with need.

Tired of waiting, she pressed her hand
deeper into his jeans, her fingers wrapping around the impressive
width of his erection. She couldn’t bring them together to touch.
So she slid them up, then down, grasping tighter with each
glide.

Then she rubbed her thumb over the head
again, moaning when it slipped over a drop of pre-cum.

“Mmm,” she moaned, sliding over it
again.

Then, her eyes locked on his, she slipped
her hand free again and waited until he opened his eyes. Then she
licked it off her thumb and smiled.

A slow, seductive smile.

That’s all it took.

Faster than she could blink, her panties
were gone. Sam’s clothes flew this way and that, his mouth never
leaving her tingling nipple.

She shifted as if to move toward the bed,
but before she could, Sam had her pressed between his body and the
wall.

His hands cupped her butt, lifting her,
angling her.

Then he plunged.

Hot and hard.

Oh, God. So hot and hard.

Lights exploded behind Bryanna’s closed eyes
as he thrust deeper. She pressed her shoulder blades flat against
the wall, angling her waist higher so she could wrap her legs
around his hips. The heels of her feet dug into his butt cheeks as
she met every pounding thrust with one of her own. Her body held
his tight, gripping as if to keep him there, inside her,
forever.

He lifted his head from her well-pleasured
nipple to bury his face in the curve of her throat. His mouth was
hot, his teeth gentle as he bit, sucked, enticed.

Bryanna exploded.

Even as pleasure burst through her body in
hard, pounding waves, everything around her went black. A ringing
filled her ears, drowning the sound of their labored breath.

Then Sam stiffened.

He dove, hesitated, then dove deeper.

And once again.

Then he erupted.

The feel of him coming inside her sent
Bryanna over again with a keening cry.

She didn’t know how long it was between her
orgasm and her gentle return to awareness. It could have been a
minute, it could have been an hour. Hell, it could have been a day
before Bryanna could feel her toes again and realized they were on
the floor. The only thing keeping her lax body upright was Sam,
with his hands anchored to the wall on either side of her head and
his hard length pressed tight to her softer curves

“Damn, Bry,” Sam breathed, his words warm
against her throat. He nuzzled in for a moment before lifting his
head to grin at her. Bryanna’s heart melted at the sight of his
smile, so sweet and sexy at the same time.

She didn’t know what it was about the guy
that had her so hooked. She just knew she felt as if her heart
would curl up in misery and whither away without him.

Blinking away hot tears, she made a show of
rubbing her hand over the rigid muscles of his pec instead.

“Seriously, wow,” she said, trying to
smile.

Before she could tell if her attempt worked
or not, Sam swept her into his arms, carrying her over to the bed.
Without letting her go, he dropped so they both bounced on the
mattress, making her giggle.

“I missed you,” she admitted, curling into
his body. Her fingers tiptoed through the soft scattering of black
hair on his chest, then got distracted by the hard muscles
there.

“Babe, I missed you like crazy,” he said
against her hair as he hugged her tight.

The intensity of his words hit her hard,
making her chest ache with need. Needing to ignore it, knowing
emotional ties were the last thing he wanted right now, she tried
to lighten the mood.

“I missed this amazing body, too,” she said,
tapping his bicep. “You’ve always been hot, but let me tell you,
Sam Morelli, you’re amazingly hot now.”

“You like?” Sam shifted upright, straddling
her body. His knees were warm against her hips, his abs so hard and
ripped that Bryanna could barely focus on his words.

Then he lifted one arm and flexed.

His bicep rippled.

It freaking rippled.

Holy hell, he was gorgeous.

She tried to swallow but her mouth was dry.
Her gaze slowly, reluctantly lifted to meet his.

“You look good,” she murmured with a shudder
as a delicate orgasm rippled through her at the feel of his
muscles. “Good, hard and ripped.”

“Not so much now, but give me a few
minutes,” he said with a grin as he pressed his already growing
erection against the wet curls between her thighs. Still riding on
waves of the many delicious orgasms, Bryanna was surprised to feel
the need coil again, juicy with need.

“I’m all for whatever you can get up in a
few minutes, or a few hours,” she teased, slanting him a wicked
look through her lashes. “But in this instance, I was referring to
your other muscles. You know, the less important ones.”

“Thank BUD/S for those,” Sam said, grinning
at her reaction. “I won’t have an ounce of body fat left after I
get through Jump School and SQT.”

She gave a soft hum, hoping he’d take it as
agreement, even as she lowered her eyes to hide her misery.

“Did I tell you I set a record?” As he went
on about his tests and times, the heady glow of pleasure that’d
surrounded her faded. Despite the warmth radiating off of Sam she
shivered inside, and missed most of his words until he said,
“Sweet, isn’t it?”

“Mmm, sweet.”

“We should celebrate.” At her arch look, he
winked. “After. We’ll celebrate after with something to eat.”

Bryanna couldn’t help it. Despite the pain
in her heart, she had to laugh. He was simply the most amazing
combination. A sex god, a strong alpha male and a cuddly little boy
all rolled into one gorgeous package.

“Ice cream?” she suggested. Since she knew
his sweet tooth, she had a quart of Chunky Monkey and another of
Peppermint Swirl in the freezer.

“Perfect,” he decided. But before she could
shift out from under him, though, Sam leaned down.

His hand tunneled into her hair, cupping the
back of her head and lifting her just enough to meet his mouth. His
lips swept over hers,

“After,” he repeated.

Then he took her all over again.

 

A SEAL’s Proposal: Chapter Four

 

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