Page 38 of Dangerous Devotion

“Oh my god…” She clung to his shoulders like she needed him to stay on her feet.

And why should either of them be on their feet?

He swept her into his arms and carried her the few steps to the bed, setting her down again at the bedside.

She threw herself at him, her kisses wild. Her body bowed in his grasp, and he clasped one nipple gently, pinching and teasing.

She tore off his shirt. The appreciation in her eyes as she took in the body that was built from years of training, then battle, made him even prouder of the machine the military had created.

When she lowered her lips to his pec and brushed a kiss over the flesh, he wasn’t prepared for the hard pull on his senses.

“Jesus, May.” He cradled her head, holding her to him while she pressed a line of kisses from one side of his chest to the other.

He fondled her breast and reached for the button of her pants.

She fell still, lifting her head to meet his gaze. When her hand scudded over the front of his jeans—over his bulging erection—the glittering lust in her eyes was too much for him.

He lifted her onto the bed and followed her down, pressing her into the mattress. Capturing her mouth, he took complete control, kissing and fondling until she writhed. She was so caught up in their heavy make-out session that once she realized that he’d stripped off all her clothes, including her shoes and socks, she gasped.

He braced himself on his elbows, taking in her beauty. “I want you, May. Bad. Maybe more than I’ve ever wanted a woman.”

She searched his eyes as if for falsities. “Show me how much, AJ. Show me.”

He kicked off his boots and socks but refrained from removing his jeans. Again, he needed that barrier if he was going to make this good for her.

Performing a pushup, he lowered himself over her once more to claim her lips. The kiss rocketed from zero to two hundred at the very first brush. When those fingernails that had driven him nuts at the meeting sank lightly into his back, he let out a growl.

Her sleek curves rubbed against him until he hovered on the brink.

Tearing his mouth from hers, he spattered kisses over her breasts, sucking on each nipple while she wiggled under him. Then he continued down the sweep of her stomach.

“AJ,” she panted, chest heaving.

He parted those firm thighs. Her pussy glistened with desire.

Using two fingers, he stroked the seam, burrowing into her folds all the way to her drenched opening.

“Oh my god!” Her hips lifted off the bed, rocking into his hand in a show of what she wanted from him.

He carried a single condom with him in his wallet. Seeing May splayed out on the bed for him, he knew that one condom would never be enough. Good thing he had the foresight to grab a box back at the store.

In a slow dip, he stretched out between her sweet thighs…and buried his tongue in her pussy.

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May’s lungs stopped working. So did her brain. But her body was alive and well—and sparking like she’d stumbled on a live wire.

She did—AJ’s tongue.

If she thought his kisses had stolen her mind, and the way he touched her made her burn, she never anticipated how it would feel to have the SEAL between her thighs.

Liquid heat blazed through her core. The glide of his tongue through her wet folds started at the bottom and moved inch by mind-bending inch up to her clit.

He swirled his tongue around her hard nubbin, and she dug her fingers deep into his shoulders. All the sexual tension that zapped between them ever since they saw each other half undressed mounted higher and higher. Her insides gripped. Her clit throbbed.

She couldn’t believe the noises in the room could be coming fromher. But the low moans mixed with sharper cries had to behers. If she didn’t have control over her voice, she sure didn’t have any on her body. Her hips rocked. Her thighs clenched.

As AJ moved his tongue up and down her pussy, the roughness of his beard stubble burned her sensitive skin. When this was all over, she’d bear red marks.

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