right way.”
“Good.” When he resumed his swift pace, it didn’t take him long to reach her bedroom.
Swan had gotten next to him in a way he hadn’t counted on happening. Seducing her had not been part of the plan and he should not have allowed things to get this far. He didn’t want to think of the major complications involved, and not just because she was the goddaughter of three top naval officers.
But something was happening that he hadn’t counted on. His mind and body were in sync and a rare sexual aura was overtaking him. He could no more stop making love to her than he could stop being a SEAL. For him to even make such a comparison was pretty damn serious.
Instead of placing Swan on the bed, he eased her to her feet, loving the feel of her soft body sliding down his hard one. “If you’re having second thoughts about this, Swan, now’s the time to say so.”
She shook her head and then in a wobbly voice, she said, “No second thoughts, David.”
Hearing her affirmation spoken with such certainty, Flipper released a low, throaty groan as he lowered his mouth to kiss her again, needing the connection of her lips to his as much as he needed to breathe. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he pulled her body closer to him as he deepened the kiss, wanting her to feel his erection, the hard evidence of his need for her.
He had never wanted a woman with this much intensity in his life, and he had no idea why Swan was having this kind of an effect on him.
Why she, and no other woman before her, had tempted him to cross a line during a mission. His mind didn’t function that way. He had yet to prove her innocence, so technically, she was still naval intelligence’s prime suspect, but at the moment that didn’t matter. For all he knew, he could be about to sleep with the enemy.
But right now, that didn’t matter either because deep down, a part of him believed she was innocent.
What was happening between them was definitely out of the realm of normal for him. He’d known he would have to get close to her, but he hadn’t counted on this—his intense desire to do inappropriate, erotic and mind-blowing things to Swan Jamison.
But he wanted her and there would be no regrets. At least not for him, and based on what she’d just said, there would be no regrets for her either.
The moment he ended the kiss, his hands were busy removing her skirt, followed by her blouse, and when she stood in front of him in her lacy panties and bra, he couldn’t help but growl his satisfaction. She looked sexy as hell and the rose-colored ensemble against the darkness of her skin was stunningly beautiful. She was beautiful.
He reached up and traced a finger along the material of her boxer-cut panties. This style on a woman had never done anything for him. Until now.
“You should have been a model,” he said in a deep, throaty voice, filled with profound need and deep appreciation. She had such a gorgeously shaped body.
“My mother used to be a model. I was satisfied with being a model’s daughter.”
“And a strikingly beautiful one at that,” he said, lowering to his knees to rid her of her panties. He couldn’t wait to touch her, taste her and do all those erotic things to her he had dreamed of doing over the past few nights. He breathed in deeply, getting more aroused by the second while easing her panties down a pair of long, beautiful legs.
After tossing her panties aside, he leaned back on his haunches and gazed at her, seeing her naked from the waist down. Her small waist, her stomach, the shape of her thighs and longs legs were perfect. She was perfect.
After looking his fill, he leaned forward and rested his forehead against her stomach, inhaling her luscious scent. He loved the way it flowed through his nostrils, opening his pores and causing his body to become even more erect.
And then he did something he’d wanted to do since their first kiss. He used the tip of his tongue to kiss her stomach, loving the indention around her naval and tracing a path around the area. Then he shifted his mouth lower, licking his way down and enjoying the sound of her moans.
When he came to the very essence of her, he licked around her womanly folds before leaning in to plant a heated kiss right there. It was as if sampling her special taste was as essential to him as breathing. His hands held firm to her thighs when he slid his tongue inside of her, loving the sound of his name from her lips.
Then he went deeper, using his tongue to taste her, claim her and brand her. The latter gave him pause but not enough to stop what he was doing. He’d never claimed a woman as his own and had never thought about doing so. But with Swan, it seemed such a thing wasn’t just desired but was required.
And he didn’t want it any other way. She was the first woman he wanted to claim. Forcefully, he pushed to the back of his mind what it could mean to make any woman his and decided he would dwell on that aspect of things at a later time. For now, he wanted to focus on the delicious, succulent, enjoyable taste that was Swan.
He took his time, wanting her to know just how much he loved doing this to her. He wanted her to feel the connection his tongue was making with her flesh. However, he wanted her to do more than feel it, he wanted this connection absorbed into her senses, into her mind, into every part of her body.
Moments later, Flipper knew he’d achieved his goal when he felt her fingers dig into his shoulder blades, followed by the quivering of her thighs. Tightening his hold on her hips, he knew what would be next and he was ready.
She screamed his name when she was thrown into an orgasmic state. Her fingernails dug deeper into his skin, but he didn’t feel the pain because knowing he was giving her pleasure made him immune to it. What he felt was a desire to take things to the next level, to slide into her body and go so deep it would be impossible to detect where his body ended and hers began.
He finally pulled his mouth away and looked up at her, saw the glazed look in her eyes. Without saying a word, he traced his fingers around the womanly mound he’d just kissed before inserting his finger inside of her. She was ultra-wet and mega-hot and he had every intention of capitalizing on both. The orgasm she’d just experienced would be small in comparison to the one he intended to give her.
Pulling his finger from her, he licked it clean, knowing she was watching his every move. “Sweet,” he said softly, holding her gaze.
He slowly eased to his feet and reached behind her to remove her bra. When she stood totally naked in front of him, he feasted his gaze on her. “And I’m about to show you just how sweet I think you are, Swan.”
Swan was having difficulty breathing and the blue eyes staring at her made getting air to flow through her lungs even more difficult. Never had she felt this energized from a sexual act. And when David got to his feet and leaned in to kiss her, letting her taste herself on his lips, she felt weak in the knees. But he held her around the waist, holding her up as he kissed her more deeply, making her wish the kiss could last forever.
She released a low disappointed groan in her throat when he pulled his mouth away.
“Don’t worry, there’s more coming.”
He swept her off her feet and carried her over to the bed, placed her on it and joined
