Page 55 of The Seal's Promise

Then with her knees framing his hips he cupped her face in both hands.

“You’re the most enticing woman I’ve ever known, and I can’t believe it took me so long to figure this out.”

He kissed her chin and then the side of her mouth before his lips finally met hers and his tongue delved inside. The taste of the sweet citrus and vanilla of the wine was still there on his lips.

Next he cupped her bottom and pulled her tight against him as he lifted her off the counter and carried her out of the kitchen. His movements were fluid, even while carrying her as if she weighed nothing. With her head tucked into the crook of his neck she could feel the expanse of his muscular back. The power he held in his strong body was exciting and made her feel safe at the same time. She’d been alone so long it was euphoric to be cherished.

He walked her down a dim hallway into a large bedroom with a huge bed covered in white linens. He kneeled onto the bed while still holding her until he reached the center and slowly lowered her down. The cool, fluffy comforter pressed against her back was the opposite of the man hovering above her. He was all hard muscles and strength.

Dalton sat back, kneeling between her legs, and his fingers hooked into the edge of her panties before pulling them down over her hips and legs then tossing them away. But then he stopped, his hands on her ankles, looking down at her with ultimate hunger.

“I’m on the pill,” she whispered.

He nodded, his hands coasting up her shin, along her thighs, then stopping to grip her hips as he knelt closer to her. She palmed his thick, swollen cock and guided him toward her, and then his hand covered hers and he stroked the tip of his length up the folds of her wet lips.

“You’re everything,” his husky voice said as he leaned down with one hand above her shoulder and continued to stroke back and forth.

The feel of his touch along her most sensitive skin coupled with the throbbing need for more of him had her arching her back and lifting her hips.

“Please, Dalt,” she breathed.

His only response was to move closer between her thighs, spreading them wide to accommodate his hips. The warmth of his skin against hers was intoxicating. Every brush of skin, every touch put her body on higher alert. Then, with one slow thrust, he filled her completely. They both gasped. Balanced over her, he used his other hand to grip her knee, lifting it higher on one side of him. Then neither of them moved for a moment, until with one exhale he sank even deeper.

“Mine,” he repeated, looking into her eyes and beginning to pull out with painstaking patience only to drive back in as her pleasure began to pulse. Looking up at him, she watched as his muscles flexed, her hands on his biceps. He leaned forward to kiss her, and his tongue mirrored their tempo as he delved into her again and again. Her body tensed with the need to feel the release ebbing just out of reach, then his thumb was on her clit swirling her need into a frenzy.

“Look at me, please, I want to see you.”

She opened her eyes as he plunged deeper before her orgasm burst with the most exquisite pleasure she’d ever experienced. Dalton’s mouth found hers with a possessive kiss as she reveled in the sensations he evoked. Then in the next moment he was joining her with a growl of his own release. Tidal waves of gratification crashed over her, causing her body to twitch, and Dalton held her through every last one. Their breathing slowly recovered, and she had never felt so complete.

“Are you okay?” he asked as he propped himself up on either side of her, his chest flexed above her.

Laughter bubbled up and she didn’t even try to hide it. “Dalton, with your gorgeous face smiling over me and the imprint of your touch still on my body, do you really need to ask me that?”

His smile was like a gold medal gleaming just for her. “I want to be sure. I’m open to trying to improve so I know exactly what you like.”

She sat up and kissed him. “Oh, you’re more than welcome to try—over and over again if you like a challenge.”

He nipped at her chin. “Deal. I plan to try again this evening several more times.”

She could stay in his arms forever and felt exhaustion start to pull her under. Dalton moved away for a minute to grab something to clean her up and then he put a blanket over her. With her eyes closed she could hear him moving around the space and knew she should grab her phone to check on Max, but as Dalton climbed back in bed and wrapped his arm around her and pulled her back into the curve of his chest, she told herself she’d just sleep a few minutes.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

Dalton

Missing Your Moment

The rest ofthe week Dalton had to fight the urge to touch Brooke every time she was near him: at work, at the ballfield, and on Friday when he dropped Max off after the makeup baseball practice spent catching fly balls.

“Mom, is it okay if Dalton stays for movie night with us? Pleasseeeee?” Max asked as he stood outside the front door next to Dalton.

Brooke looked at her son, who was clearly refusing to enter the house without Dalton.

“I had no idea you guys did movie night too,” he said, trying to play it cool. He couldn’t read Brooke’s reaction to know if she wanted him to stay or go.

“Actually,” Dalton continued as he ruffled Max’s hair.

But before he could finish his made-up excuse, Brooke decided for him.

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