Toying With Her SEAL (SEALs of Roseville Book 2) Read online

  “I'm busy,” she continued, showering his chest with kisses. “My shop is finally turning a profit and as much as I like you, I can’t let anything sidetrack me. I need casual. So if that's what you—”

  “Kiss me.”

  She smiled and stretched up, her arms twining around his neck again.

  “So you're good with a fling?” she murmured when he scooped her up.

  “Sounds perfect.”

  4

  Jill had never felt so small or secure as she did right now. High against Teo's chest with a strong arm supporting her back and the other beneath her knees...she shivered. He carried her as if she weighed no more than a bag of coffee beans.

  His years of service had obviously created one hell of a physique and she couldn't wait to see it and feel it. Excitement hummed through her, a constant wave that had her so amped she was sure her panties were already wet.

  She'd used bookcases to box in a bedroom area in the far corner of the loft and without direction, he navigated the space easily. Depositing her next to the bed, he kept her steady with his hands on her hips.

  “These dresses you wear…” he muttered, trailing his thumbs back and forth.

  “Yes?”she asked.

  “Sexy as hell.” He jerked her hips against his where she felt the long, hard length of his desire.

  “Glad you think so.”

  She loved the fit of more vintage style clothing. It wasn't just that the prints were fun and flirty, it was the way they accentuated her.

  She slid her thumbs beneath the hem of his T-shirt. His skin was warm, begging for exploration.

  “And your legs—” He sent a palm down the back of her left thigh. She shivered against him, lifting the leg at his request. “How do you keep your calves in such 'drive-me-crazy' shape?”

  She grinned as she hooked her leg over his hip. The warm glow from the lights on the trees outside the window danced over him. Everything was more romantic beneath Christmas lights.

  Except this wasn't about romance. It was about need and fulfillment and orgasms.

  She knew, by the way his fingers danced over her dress, that he was going to make her come. Hard. There was just something so knowing and talented about how he touched her, almost like he'd been doing it for decades.

  “I love to walk,” she answered, pleased that he liked her legs.

  “Walk?” He queried as his hands slid around her back.

  “Hmm huh.” She pushed his T-shirt up. “That's one of the reasons I wanted to open Jill's Java Hut in downtown. So I could walk the neighborhood.”

  His fingers toyed with her zipper, sliding it down inch by inch, revealing her skin to the air. Though her loft was cozy, it wasn't always warm. The building was old, historic and the brick seemed to let the December chill in at times. She trembled, as much from the coolness in the air as the anticipation flowing through her.

  She tugged his shirt as high as she could and he did the rest, revealing muscles she'd only dreamt of.

  “Wow.”

  He shot her a feral grin, those midnight eyes sending her stomach into a flutter. In the three months since they'd first met, she'd had far too many fantasies about the man in front of her. Real life was way, way better.

  “Like what you see?” he asked.

  She liked that he didn't preen, simply stood there, shirtless, available, watchful and waiting. He was a study in perfection, each muscle defined and perfectly toned. His tawny skin was covered with a light dusting of jet black hair, and an assortment of scars. Some large, some small, some new and some old.

  Jill circled him slowly, touching him with her fingertips, memorizing every delicious inch. She wanted to know his story, the story of the bullet wound near his left hip, but this was a fling. It wasn't the time to ask what the inky black stars tattooed across his back meant.

  “You can ask. I can hear your brain thinking.”

  She laughed.

  Finishing her circle, she stopped in front of him and ran her hands up his chest. “We'll talk later.”

  He jerked her against him and made quick work of removing her dress. Before she knew what was what, he had her flat on her back in her bra and panties.

  He groaned. “I had my suspicions, but— Wow.” He stared down at her with so much lust in his eyes she was surprised she didn’t combust.

  “I take it you like red lace?”

  “Honey, at this point, on you, I might want to marry it.”

  She laughed at his needy tone, his delicious words sent a shiver of delight over her skin. Admittedly, she’d selected the matching bra and panty set with him in mind. The sheer fabric and delicate design made her feel especially feminine.

  He was way too sexy as he bent down to remove her shoes.

  For such a big man, he moved with a grace that made her tingle. And he was definitely big...if the bulge behind his zipper was any indication; she was in for a real treat.

  “A bellybutton ring, huh?”

  His dark eyes locked on the small gold hoop in her navel.

  “I used to have a diamond stud in my nose, but I'm trying not to run my customers off. Really freaked them out. With the bellybutton ring, no one sees it but me.” She took a deep breath and released it slowly. Why did she have to ramble when she was nervous?

  The mischievous smile that curved his lips upward made her stomach clench.

  “And me...”

  Gulp.

  “Well—yeah.”

  He rained a circle of kisses around her bellybutton that sent another wave of shivers over her skin. How did he know all her secret pleasure spots? Not that she'd taken a survey, but she didn't know anyone else who loved to be kissed right there.

  “Now...about that body butter you promised,” he murmured in that dark, delicious voice that reminded her of the finest chocolate.

  He traced lazy patterns over her stomach and she had trouble forming thoughts since her brain was overloaded with sensation.

  “Buffet...dining area.”

  He stood quickly. Through the open bookcases, she saw him stalk across her loft to retrieve the jar. He returned just as quickly, open tub of Sinfully Strawberry in hand.

  The heated look he sent her way made her wet and needy. Then, as if to tempt her, he took a long sniff and groaned.

  “Did I mention I love strawberries?” he asked, kneeling next to the bed.

  He placed the jar next to her and then gripped her legs. After a quick tug that scooted her ass closer to the edge, he spread her thighs. His warm skin branded her.

  “As much as I adore this ensemble, it’s gotta go.”

  Teo's talented fingers made short work of her bra, teased her nipples as his lips nibbled her through her panties. She felt alive and naughty and for a split second had the presence of mind to shut the curtains. But she quickly lost that train of thought as a cool glob hit her left nipple.

  He used the goop like finger paint, drawing designs across her skin.

  “Mmm...” The sound came deep from her chest, pure pleasure and he hadn't even tasted her yet.

  Anticipation zinged through her and she flexed her fingernails into the bed linens.

  She loved the look of intense focus on his face, the way his dark eyes zeroed in on his prey. He cupped her breasts together and leaned over her. She felt very much like a bunny in a trap and he was the big bad wolf. Strong, gorgeous, cunning with the power to make her feel helpless and yet powerful.

  How did he manage it?

  The second his tongue curled around her nipple she lost all track of time and place. He feasted on her, from one nipple to the other. Back and forth, faster and faster, licking her clean as he drove her wild.

  His big body held her down and she enjoyed how solid he felt, how he took what he wanted and gave her so much pleasure in return. Her breasts had always been ultra-sensitive, to the point she could come just from oral stimulation. Teo seemed to pick up on that and he continued his sweet torment until she wiggled beneath him, her entire un
iverse centered on the two tips.

  Her nipples felt positively hot with pleasure, the delicious friction from his tongue keeping them hard and at attention.

  Just went she thought he was going to finish her off, he trailed his tongue straight down her belly, played with the hoop in her bellybutton and then yanked her panties down her legs and zeroed in on her clit.

  A harsh gasp hissed through her teeth at the first contact with his tongue. Fingers tight in her sheets, she lifted her hips, offering herself to him. Over and over, he flicked that singular spot that drove her higher.

  Then he paused just long enough to smear the butter over her freshly waxed mound.

  “Is this safe for...everywhere?”

  “Mmm huh.”

  She smiled at how wanton she sounded. Unable to form coherent thoughts or sentences... Yep, he was a keeper.

  No. This was a fling.

  He massaged her outer lips with two firm fingers.

  Yep, just a fling.

  Up and down, back and forth until his fingers got closer and closer together, almost pinching her labia in a masterful sensation that made her wetter, needier.

  Just a wild, oh-my-gosh, wonderful fling. And if he kept that up she'd never let him out of her bed.

  The body butter did amazing things to her smooth sex. It seemed to amplify every touch, easing the way for his capable hands.

  He didn't seem in a rush to continue, in fact, the slow, methodical movements seduced her. Having someone spend so much time and attention on that singular part of her made her grateful for wax jobs. She chewed her lower lip, every nerve ending on red alert.

  Just when she thought she couldn't go any higher, he blew a steady stream of warm air against her clit. Alternate sensations of fire and ice swept through her. She lifted her hips, eager for more, for his tongue, something inside her.

  “You make the best sounds,” he murmured just before ducking his head. “I wonder if you taste as sweet as you look.”

  She caught a glimpse of his midnight hair between her thighs and then his tongue teased her clit. Jill was lost. Sunk. Her head dropped back and she cupped her breasts, massaging the aroused flesh. The tips were puffy and tender from all the attention he'd given them.

  She owed him the master of all blow jobs because he was taking her places no sex toy ever could. And let’s face it, she had a cabinet full of the world's best pleasure devices so she would know.

  He switched his point of attack, greedily licking away every trace of body butter. Holy smokes he was thorough. She didn't think he'd left a crevice untouched but then he speared her.

  A harsh sound erupted from her throat and heat swept across her skin. He echoed the sound and the vibration sent her spiraling higher. She was pretty sure her brow was glistening and her feet were about to cramp her muscles were so tight.

  “Pinch your nipples.”

  She submitted to the dark decree, gasping at the added sensation.

  And still, he sent her higher until she was gasping for air, her body so tight she trembled. And just when she was about to beg he sent her hurtling through space.

  “Teo!”

  He moaned against her delicate flesh and she came again.

  When she finally came down, she was pretty sure her brain had exploded. Something had exploded. There was no way that something that powerful, that blinding—

  “Damn, you're gorgeous.”

  She sent him a satisfied grin and quirked a finger at him.

  “And for the record, you do taste as good as you look.”

  “Mmm...that's the body butter talking.”

  “No,” he said, crawling up until he kissed her lips. “It's all you.”

  Feral grin in place, he stood and shucked his jeans, toed off his shoes and then shoved his boxer briefs to the floor. He made short work of slipping on a condom and took an eager step toward the bed. Her breath caught as she took in the long, deep purple cock pointing at her like a torpedo.

  The analogy made her giggle.

  “What's so funny, coffee lady?”

  She reached for him and when he was nestled between her thighs, she wrapped herself around his extraordinary torso.

  “You have an impressive cock,” she purred in his ear.

  He grunted, his ribs knocking against hers. “Just what every guy likes to hear.”

  She smiled against his cheek, savoring the feel of his big, hard body pressed against hers. The cock in question branded her inner thigh.

  “So why were you laughing?”

  “I was making nautical references in my head.”

  He nipped her earlobe and growled, “Share.”

  “It reminds me of a torpedo,” she quipped and he joined her for a laugh.

  “This torpedo wants to explode inside you.”

  That sent her straight over the edge into uncontrollable laughter and luckily, he was right there with her, even tickling her sides. She laughed until she gasped for air, and tears streamed down her cheeks.

  Then she was flying. As if he practiced the maneuver daily, he rolled until she was on top, straddling his hips, giggling down at him.

  “Too corny?” he asked, a sexy grin stretching his lips.

  Man-oh-man was he handsome. That five o'clock shadow, midnight hair and really, his lashes should have been illegal. And then there was his body.

  “Not at all. Besides, I started it.”

  Despite her eagerness to feel him deep inside, she took a moment to trace the grooves of his six pack with her fingertips. He had a happy trail to end all happy trails. And she now knew what lay at the end of that particular path.

  Moaning, she lifted up and reached for his cock.

  His breath hissed through his teeth. Pure need was etched on his face as he watched her guide the tip to her entrance. His hands tightened on her hips and she felt all his muscles tighten as she sank down slowly. One inch, two, then lifting away only to return.

  “This is the part where I tell you—” She paused as she finished the slow glide downward. He stretched her tender tissues and she moaned, breathing deep, as her body adjusted. “You got more than your share, mister.”

  “All the better to fill you up with, my dear.”

  He reached between them and thumbed her clit. The tight circles brought another rush of moisture to her already slick channel and soon she was moving. Up, down, adjusting the angle of her hips so she could take advantage of all his magnificent inches.

  With one hand braced against his rock solid abs, she cupped a breast with the other.

  He uttered a curse and her eyelids popped open to see him staring at her fingers as she played with her nipples.

  So he was a boob man.

  At least something good came out of— no, she wasn't going there.

  She picked up the pace, thrusting harder until she felt wild and out of control. Just a ball of need, an itch that needed scratching and he was the only one who could reach it. Her breasts bounced and he slid a hand up to cup the free one.

  A bobby pin hit her shoulder and then the sheaf of hair it'd been holding cascaded down her back.

  “You're so sexy,” he ground out, his hips thrusting up to meet hers.

  “Ditto that, sailor.” He was the sexiest thing she'd ever seen. So big and powerful in her bed, so much passion on his handsome face. It was a sight she could get used to.

  Wanting to prolong the pleasure as long as possible, she slowed to a stop and just smiled down at him. As if sensing what she was up to, he sat up, wrapping his arms around her. She welcomed his warmth and his kiss. Arms around each other, tongues mating, they rocked back and forth.

  Somehow the position was more intimate, their bodies connecting. It was alternately divine and scary. As if sensing her apprehension, Teo took control and rolled her onto her back without pulling out.

  “You're really good at that,” she said between kisses.

  “It's all the sit-ups.”

  He then proceeded to prove what incredible sha
pe he was in. Abs, ass, hips...he had stamina like she'd never experienced before. And he managed to touch places inside her that no one else had ever found. There was no doubt in her mind she was being thoroughly, brilliantly fucked by a man who was a master at it.

  Sweaty, straining, running up one mountain toward an orgasm only to be flipped over onto her stomach, she chased another. And still, he didn't let her come.

  Frustrating, glorious man.

  She shimmied her hips, waving her ass at him. His groan was so deep, so reverent she couldn't help but smile through her exhaustion.

  Then he was filling her again. She was going to be sore tomorrow, but she would never forget tonight.

  “Harder.”

  His muscular body pressed against her, flattening her against the mattress and then he gave her exactly what she wanted. Long, hard thrusts that scooted her atop the blankets until her head was at the corner of the bed and she was holding on for dear life.

  She let him know just how good it felt, just how much she was enjoying herself and thanked her lucky stars that she didn't have any neighbors. Otherwise, she was sure she'd get some lingering looks tomorrow.

  “Ready to come, gorgeous?” He rained kisses over her shoulders.

  “Yes.” The word hissed between her teeth.

  He pulled back just enough to rock her back on her knees. The rest of her was so limp, she rested her cheek against the mattress.

  His warm, work-roughened hand slid around her hip and found her clit. She sighed. Once again it seemed like he had a Jillian Road Map.

  His thrusts turned shallow, no less intense, but hyper-focused on her G-spot. By the time he pressed a thumb against the ring of nerves in her ass she was mewing like a kitten. He pushed deeper and gently pinched her clit.

  “Now.”

  The gruff, needy word sent her spinning. She saw stars, cried out and quaked so hard she was sure the bed would break. At the same time, he stilled inside her. The deep sounds of satisfaction rumbling from his chest were the best thing she'd ever heard.

  When they finally collapsed beside each other, staring into each other’s eyes, Jill realized she'd met her match. Built like a tank with an engine that wouldn't quit and a cock that rocked her world, yes...she'd met her match.