Page 43 of Operation Heartbeat

She issued a husky laugh and curled one hand around his nape.

“Take off those glasses, Con.”

He plucked them off his face to resounding groans of protest in his ear. “Goodnight, guys.”

“I just made popcorn!”

Con was going to peel those strappy shoes off Sophie and throw her extremely sexy ankles over his shoulders.

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Sophie’s stomach quivered with tentative excitement. Con was looking at her the way he had back in that pool, and she wasn’t even wearing the perfume.

This time, she was going to get what she wanted from the big, hunky SEAL too. From the minute she spotted him in that suit, she set her sights high.

With a small flick of his wrist, he tossed the glasses safely onto the sofa cushion and locked his arms around her.

A soft moan burst past her lips as she went on tiptoe and pressed her lips firmly to his.

A growl that was becoming very familiar to her rumbled through his chest and vibrated into her body. She parted her lips for his tongue, and he swept it across hers in an urgent quest.

Her nipples tightened into sharp points. Liquid heat soaked her thong as he…

There was only one word for what he was doing.

Heplunderedher.

She scraped her nails over carved shoulders that were made even broader by the lines of his perfectly tailored jacket as he skated his hands up her spine. When he dipped her over his arm and thrust his tongue deep into her mouth, she gasped at the delicious seduction of it all.

She’d read all the romance stories, knew how it should go. She might have lived a watered-down version with Benjamin for a time, but had she ever felt her pulse hammering in her clit before? The answer was no.

Her insides tremored with desire and the tight pull that his mouth seemed to have on her pussy.

Tearing from the kiss, he stared down at her, want pooling in his eyes. “I’d say our evening out was a success.”

“Not as much as our evening in will be.” Was that even her voice? And when did she suddenly get so bold?

She was in her thirties.

She hadn’t been with a man since her divorce.

She was in a foreign country, and people did stupid things in foreign countries.

Sophie was no fool, though. Actually, she’d say that she was going to score by getting between the sheets with a man like Con.

She ran her hands down his muscled chest to the navy tie he wore. While she went in for another kiss, she unknotted the silk. His strong fingers worked at the tiny hooks that held the collar of her dress closed.

When he breached them in seconds, she gasped in surprise. She didn’t expect man hands the size of his to manage such dainty hooks in so little time.

He answered with a deep groan…and ruched her dress up her thighs.

Oh god.His warm, rough fingers working up the flesh of her inner thigh had her soaking wet and squirming in his arms.

Finally managing the knot of the tie, she whipped the fabric off his neck and let it drop to the floor.

He skimmed his fingers around her outer thigh and up to the slim string holding her panties in place. Working in reverse of their encounter at the pool, he traced the line downward.

Following the curve of her thong that would ride along her backside—if there were a backside of a thong.

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