Page 30 of Covert Temptation

Neither of them said a word for a long moment.

Then, softly, she whispered against his shoulder, “Still think we shouldn’t?”

His hand slid to her hip, holding her tight against him.

“We shouldn’t,” he said again, but his voice had none of its earlier conviction.

“And yet…” she murmured, pressing a kiss to his jaw.

And yet.

He didn’t pull away.

Didn’t move.

Because she was still warm in his arms.

And there was no part of him ready to let her go.

* * * * *

Every single inch of Kennedy’s body pulsed like a live wire. She guessed at the passion locked up behind Dante’s steel doors, and she’d been right.

He was a fantastic lover. Amazing. The best she’d had.

Of course, she wouldn’t tell him that. No need to make the man’s ego grow even bigger than it already was.

Her head rested on his muscled shoulder, his warm skin the perfect pillow for her cheek. Neither of them spoke or moved, though a restlessness was already growing in her core just from being tangled up with him.

Their mingled release dampened her inner thighs, the sensation totally new and unusual. Never in her life had she allowed a man to take her without protection, and she didn’t know what madness took over her now. But she didn’t have regrets.

It sort of…turned her on again.

She rubbed her thighs together, feeling the slip of his cum there.

Dante groaned and planted a hand on her waist to still her movement. “If you keep doing that, you’re going to end up in trouble.”

“I like trouble…at least this kind of trouble.”

He issued another of his famous grating sounds like he gargled grit and gravel for breakfast every morning. For all she knew, he did. At five a.m.

But her ears echoed with the sound he’d made at the last…right before he poured his release inside her.

She snuggled closer, and he slowly loosened his hold on her waist. But he didn’t let her go.

In Dante’s arms, all the little sounds that drove her there—the creaks and knocking of all pipes, the wind rattling the windows—faded. Next to the SEAL’s strong, warm body, she felt safe.

He definitely wasn’t acting like a colossal dickhead now.

Her breaths came slower as fatigue settled over her. His masculine scent filled her nose, swirling in her head and starting a slow sweep of her insides, working its way down, until her pussy clenched with fresh desire.

“Dante.”

“Kennedy,” he returned without a beat of hesitation.

She lifted her head from his shoulder and glanced down the hard planes of his chest and washboard abs to peek at his cock.

Her stomach bottomed out as she realized his desire hadn’t faded either. His cock stood stiff and rigid against his abs, the tip shiny from want and the remnants of their last round.

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