A SEAL's Secret. Tawny Weber

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sometimes a draw is a win. It’s all about the bigger picture. What’s the real goal?”

      Right now her only goal was to taste him.

      Livi wet her lips in anticipation but couldn’t make herself say that aloud.

      “Is that one of those military things?” she asked instead. “Like sometimes losing the battle to win the war?”

      “I didn’t lose.”

      As delighted as she was turned on, Livi laughed.

      He really was confident.

      What was that like?

      Ready to find out, she touched the tip of her tongue to her upper lip and reached out to trace her finger over the letter S on his chest.

      Oh, my. He felt good. Very, very good.

      She lifted her eyes to meet his, tilting her head so her ponytail swept over his hand where it rested on her shoulder.

      “Super SEAL?” she asked.

      “Man of iron,” he promised, his hand sliding behind her neck to cup her head. Fingers tangling in her ponytail, he closed the distance between their bodies.

      “Ready?” he asked, his mouth inches from hers.

      “I think so,” she breathed, shifting closer.

      His lips brushed over hers. So soft, almost sweet.

      Once.

      Twice.

      The third time, he added his tongue. Sliding it over the seam of her lips, along the edge of her teeth.

      Livi’s body flashed hot, then cold, then hot again.

      Her fingers curled into his chest, the other hand grabbing his shoulder for balance.

      She’d thought she was ready for this?

      Oh, how wrong she’d been.

      Drowning in the overwhelming sensations, Livi let herself go. Let herself feel.

      And oh, my, she felt good.

      His tongue danced along her lips again, then, without warning, he tightened his hand in her hair. He tilted her head back, angled his mouth and thrust his tongue inside her mouth.

      His teeth scraped her bottom lip, his hands holding her head steady so he could ravage her at will. Her body went hot before everything melted into a molten puddle of pleasure.

      Livi almost came then and there.

      The kiss was wild.

      Tongues dueled, sliding over each other in a sensual dance.

      Her heart pounded in time with the fingers she kneaded against his skin. Then, wanting more, she slid her hand under the sleeve of his shirt, her fingernails scraping gently over the rock-hard delight of his bicep.

      He angled closer so he was wedged between her thighs. His erection pressed against her belly, even harder than his impressive bicep.

      So she did it again. This time, though, she captured his tongue between her lips and sucked while her nails skimmed from shoulder to bicep and up again.

      He growled, low and deep.

      She thought he’d take her.

      She wanted him to.

      Livi had never felt such a desperate need, such a deep, clawing desire for a man. She wanted to strip for him, to tear his clothes away. She needed to feel him, all of him, sliding over her body. Into her wet heat.

      But instead of taking her, Mitch eased back.

      With a long, soothing stroke of his tongue he ended the kiss, then brushed his lips over hers as if he couldn’t quite bear to quit just yet.

      “You blow my mind,” he murmured against her cheek.

      She felt his deep breath against her ear, a part of her wanting to protest that she wasn’t ready for this to end. She wanted more. She needed to know what else there was.

      His hands gripped her waist, lifting her so she was seated on the stack of crates she’d been leaning on.

      “Oh,” she breathed.

      “Yeah,” he agreed, moving between her thighs. His hands still on her waist, he took her mouth again.

      If the last time had been a deluge this was an explosion.

      Before, he’d seduced.

      Now, he took.

      And Livi let him.

      Her hands smoothed upward along the muscles of his back before caressing his shoulders. He had incredible shoulders. His tongue played with hers, sliding then plunging, again and again.

      Livi’s entire being focused on his mouth. On the feel of his tongue, the glide of his lips.

      Then his hands cupped her breasts.

      She cried out at his touch, wet heat stabbing low and pooling between her thighs.

      He didn’t squeeze. Didn’t rub. He just held her.

      Livi squirmed, the need coiling tighter inside of her.

      His mouth left hers, skimming her cheek with kisses as light as air. He nuzzled against her ear, his breath warm, before his tongue slid down her throat. Hot, wet and delicious, he buried his face in her shoulder.

      Livi moaned softly, her head falling back to give him better access.

      She was a woman highly in tune with her body.

      She worked it, she pushed it. She made her living from it and, for better or worse, was becoming famous for it.

      She thought she knew what it would do, how it would react. But as Mitch skimmed his fingers along her thigh, coming teasingly close but not touching her center, she admitted she’d had no clue.

      Either that, or he was simply a superhero when it came to turning her on.

      Before she could decide which, he pressed his hand against her mound, his fingers hot through the fabric of her unitard.

      Livi lost it.

      Oh, God.

      Everything went black, tiny pinpricks of light flashing behind her eyelids as the pleasure ripped through her, tight and sharp.

      Her legs tightened on his hand.

      Her fingers dug into his shoulders.

      Her mouth melted beneath his.

      As

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