Page 31 of Rescued by a SEAL

The drag of his hands over her silken camisole and skin felt good.

Too good.

For a man she still hadn’t even been out on a date with, he was holding her in his arms like they were meant to be together.

“Hell, this feels good,” he mumbled. “I like waking up with you in my arms.”

“Me too,” she said, flushing.

She could hear his heartbeat thumping beneath his chest, the soft cotton of his tee shirt pressed against her cheek. Mason’s hands continued moving, caressing her gently. Her camisole rode up slightly, and then his hands were on her bare skin, his thumb just edging beneath the bottom of her top.

A fresh wave of heat rushed though her at his touch. Her heart thumped in her chest as she imagined him pulling her on top of him, thrusting inside her, their bodies naked and intertwined.

Neither of them said anything for a beat, and then she finally lifted herself up to meet his gaze. His eyes dropped to her cleavage, perfectly on display for him in her delicate camisole. “You’re beautiful,” he said in a low voice. “Gorgeous.”

Her sharp intake of breath was her only response, and then Mason was slowly lifting her up until she was straddling him. His erection nudged against her swollen sex, her legs spread over his hips. Even though she was atop him she felt frozen in place. Unable to move away from the feeling of his thick length running along her core.

He captured the back of her neck with one large hand, and then he was guiding her toward him for a kiss.

Despite the fact that he was stretched out on her bed and she was literally sitting on top of him, Mason remained in complete and utter control.

Commanding the situation even with her above him.

Her heart fluttered as he moved closer, and then at last her lips met his.

His kiss was soft and gentle, but one of his hands moved back to her hip, gripping her in place. Holding her exactly where she wanted to be.

Even through his shorts, she could feel him. Was intimately aware of how big he was. Arousal dampened her folds, and she blushed, realizing how wet she’d become. Her chest heaved as he kissed her again, deeper, and she bucked lightly against him.

Taking her lead, he nudged his cock against her as she gasped.

Trembling, she sat up, slowly lifting her camisole up and over her head. Baring herself to him.

“Taylor, what are you doing?” he asked, his voice gravel.

“Throwing caution to the wind.”

His hands rose to her breasts, kneading and caressing. His thumbs skated across her nipples, causing her to whimper in pleasure. And then he was pushing himself up. Sucking one of her nipples into his mouth. She gasped as pure pleasure shot straight through her. His tongue flickered over her nipple, hot, wet, and perfect as he teased and tormented her.

Pleasure shot straight to her clit, and she arched her back, thrusting her breasts even closer to him.

Feeling like she might spontaneously combust right there and then.

Mason laved his tongue over her, kissing his way around her areola.

And then before she even knew what was happening, he was rolling them both over. Hovering above her.

Muscular arms came down on either side of her head, effectively caging her on. Her nudged apart her thighs with one knee and ducked lower.

His teeth grazed the delicate skin of her neck as he moved back down her body, one large hand palming her breast. He groaned in appreciation, and then his mouth shortly followed. He licked her nipple, watching it pebble further beneath his touch, before sucking it back into his mouth. Lightly biting down on her taut bud.

“Mason!” she cried out.

He blew on her gently, soothing the sting, before giving her other breast equal treatment.

Taylor whimpered and moaned beneath him, completely lost to his touch. Completely lost in him.

His hands moved reverently over her, caressing her skin with gentle touches. Hot lips followed in their path, setting her ablaze. Making her entire body light up with warmth.

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