Page 42 of Rescued by a SEAL

He typed in a few numbers on the keypad he had instead of a keyed lock, and then they were inside his foyer, Mason gently setting her down. His hands ran down her sides as she got her balance, as if he didn’t want to let her go.

Her nipples pebbled beneath her dress, her chest rising and falling at Mason’s closeness.

“I’m getting your hardwood floors all wet,” she belatedly noticed as water dripped off her.

“It’s fine,” Mason said, his voice gruff. His wet tee shirt clung to his chest, and she could see his broad pectorals and the outline of his firm abs. He stepped out of his shoes, kicking them to the side, and then he ducked down and was kissing her. Softly at first and then more intensely.

She shivered at his touch, and his hands freely roamed her body.

Palming one breast. Wrapping around her waist.

He tasted of the ocean and something else darker and distinctly male.

His thumb grazed over one nipple through the wet cotton of her dress, and she softly moaned.

Gasped as one of his hands dropped to her thigh, teasing beneath the fabric. Clutching the fabric of her damp dress, his hands slowly dragged it up her thighs. “Let’s get these wet clothes off,” he said huskily, and then Mason was lifting her dress.

The fabric slid further up her thighs, revealing her lacy white panties. And then he was tugging it further up, over her breasts. She lifted her arms above her head as he growled in approval, and he tossed the dress to the floor as she stepped out of her sandals.

Mason stripped off his own wet shirt and then stepped closer to her once more, smelling of the ocean and soap and something else distinctly male. His hands slid up her ribcage as he pulled her closer, and she felt his arousal against her bare stomach. His fingers trailed over the cups of her bra and then slid under the straps, pulling them down her arms. He reached around her back and expertly undid the clasp, and she gasped as her bra fell away and cool air washed over her breasts.

“God. Taylor,” he muttered, his gaze heating as he looked at her.

His hands slid over her bottom and then he lifted her into his muscular arms. Her legs locked around his waist as his fingers dug into her ass, his erection pressing against her core. He lifted her slightly, rocking her against him, and she moaned at the feeling of his hardness pressed against her folds.

He carried her down the hallway, her nipples rubbing against his bare chest as she clung to him. Somehow, despite the cool rain, Mason was impossibly warm. Coursing with heat and tension.

But it was nothing compared to the lust surging through her at his touch.

Every step he took nudged his cock against her panties, and she whimpered and moaned against him. Mason claimed her mouth in a searing kiss, even as droplets of water trailed down her back from her wet hair.

A moment later he was lying her down on his bed, pausing in front of her to admire her nearly naked body. Her legs dangled off the side of the bed as she lay gasping in front of him, wearing nothing but her white lacy panties. Mason undid his belt and pulled off his wet shorts, tossing them to the side.

Taylor giggled despite herself. “Your entire house will be soaking wet.”

“Totally worth it,” he said with a grin, his blue eyes heating as they eagerly slid over her. “And hell, Taylor, you are a sight to behold. I think I’ll have this image of you lying on my bed, nearly naked, burned into my brain forever.”

“Oh no,” she protested, raising a hand to cover her eyes. “I’m soaking wet and probably look awful.”

He lifted her hand and pinned it above her head, gazing down at her.

“You look amazing. Your damp hair around your flushed cheeks. Your perfect breasts with those round, rosy nipples. And your pussy covered by that sexy little scrap of fabric. I can’t wait to explore you—all of you,” he said with a growl. “I want to suck on your tits and tease you. Pull down those sinful little panties and taste your arousal. Eat out your pussy until you’re screaming my name.”

His lips met hers again, his erection tenting his boxer shorts. His tongue sought entrance to her mouth, and she parted her lips, letting him control their kiss. Claim all of her.

His tongue caressed hers, moving against it so wickedly, and she softly moaned into his mouth. Mason released the hand he’d pinned to the mattress and began making his way down her neck, kissing and nipping at her. His tongue flickered over one nipple as he moved lower still, causing her pussy to dampen, and she cried out as he sucked the taut bud into his mouth.

Mason’s fingers trailed down her abdomen, his large hand splaying across her stomach. His thumb traced up her slit over her panties, and he lightly pressed against her clit, causing her to cry out for him. He briefly laved attention on her other breast as he softly rubbed her clit, leaving her moaning and writhing for him.

Needing more.

He finally kissed his way down her stomach, leaving her trembling. Thick fingers edged beneath the waist of her panties, and then he was tugging them down her legs. Parting her thighs for him.

He knelt on the floor before her, gripping both of her ankles. Lifting up both of her legs, he placed her feet on the edge of the bed and kept a firm hold around each ankle.

Holding her in place.

Baring her completely to his gaze.

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