Page 62 of The Seal's Promise

“This natural spring is sixty feet-deep, divers go down to explore the caves,” he told her as they eased into the water.

“That is insane. I could never do that.”

“I don’t miss swimming in the dark,” he confessed. “It was my least favorite part of being a SEAL.”

“I bet.”

They swam out to where they couldn’t touch the bottom of the spring, and she smiled so big that he knew he’d made the right choice to bring her. Then she latched on to him, wrapping her legs around his waist, and he was no longer interested in the beauty of the falls. Pulling her closer, he began to tread water while he kissed her, his breath catching at the sight of her so open and relaxed with him.

“You’re beautiful,” he said, but it didn’t capture how he was feeling. He wanted to tell her he was going to stay in Sandy Point. He wanted to ask her if they could make this real. But he held back. He wasn’t sure he could be everything she needed. He’d been on the move for so long that he wasn’t sure he even knew how to stay rooted, or if he could do it in Sandy Point for good.

But as Brooke draped her arms over his shoulders and traced his lips with her tongue, he knew he wanted to try to be what she needed. For now he just wanted to make sure she enjoyed every moment they were together.

“Are we staying here tonight?” she asked as he led her back over to his truck and put the tailgate down.

There was a camping mattress already on the liner of the bed, and with a few added sticks, he erected their tent in record time.

“We don’t have to stay all night, but I figured we could stay long enough to eat and do some stargazing.”

By now all the other visitors to the falls had departed and they had some privacy in the darkness and trees.

She plopped her bag on the edge of the tailgate and used the fold-down steps he’d set up for her to get into the bed of the truck.

“This is by far the most creative and romantic date I’ve ever been on,” she said, but then she tried to correct herself. “Or whatever it is we’re doing.”

“This is definitely a date,” he said, and unzipped the tent to reveal all the blankets he had ready, a cooler, and a bottle of wine.

“Wow, did they teach this in SEAL school too?”

“No, I just like the idea of keeping you close, so I figured what better way than this?”

The tent was tall enough for her to stand in it just a little bent over, and he got in after her then zipped it closed.

“And no one will bother us?” she asked, untying her bikini top and letting it fall down to reveal her dark rose-hued nipples already tightening from the pulse of tension between them.

He reached for her waist and she moved to stand in front of him, her hair falling down to frame her face.

“No one would dare bother us,” he said, leaning forward to kiss her hip before slowly peeling her bikini bottoms down and covering her with his mouth.

Her folds were wet, eager for him.

“Dalton, I can’t get enough of you.”

“The feeling is mutual,” he said, pushing two fingers inside her, unable to resist watching as her eyes grew clouded with desire and she bit her lip.

“You’re going to ruin me.” She clutched his shoulders.

“I’m going to give you whatever you want for as long as you’ll let me,” he said. It was risky to tell her how he was feeling, but she only smiled as her hips began to grind down on his hand.

“In that case,” she said, kneeling to lie down on the blankets before pulling him closer and kissing him.

They didn’t talk again, but this time he made slow, methodical love to her, and even when she begged he refused to move faster. Instead, he took his time giving her pleasure, and watched as she fell apart in his arms. Then he kissed her and told her how beautiful she was to him and how much he needed her before finding his own release.

They lay there wrapped in each other’s arms as the bass drum of the falls crashed outside. There was so much he wanted to say but he didn’t want to ruin the moment or get too serious if she wasn’t ready. But he knew his fate was sealed again: he was going to have to face all his fears and tell Wes what he’d done, because there was no way he was leaving Sandy Point now. He needed to find out if he and Brooke were as great together as he thought they could be. He wanted to be everything she needed.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

Brooke

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