Page 74 of Covert Temptation

Her breaths came in heavy pants, and she twisted her head to see him work open his fly in a swift flick of his wrist. When he shoved his boxer briefs down his muscled thighs and his thick length came free, she flooded with more want.

Her pussy throbbed. Her insides clenched.

Her heart…god, her heart wasn’t going to last. Tonight she was going to give it away. To Dante.

The bed dipped beneath his weight as he moved in behind her. Anchoring one hand on her hip, he eased his fingers under the thin satin covering her pussy and tugged it aside, exposing her soaked folds.

He took instant advantage, stroking her and then pushing his fingers in deep. Twisting them and drawing them out again, inch by slow inch. When she began to shake, he replaced his fingers with his cock.

In one solid glide, he filled her. Her moan mingled with his growl. He went dead still inside her.

“Kennedy. Fuck, baby…I don’t want to let you go after this.”

Her heart tumbled…then soared.

“Then don’t.” She reached back, covering his hand on her hip with her own. Their fingers tangled, and he leaned in, mouth pressed to her ear.

Only the sound of their harsh gasps filled the air as he thrust in again and again. Driving her high, higher. She tightened around his length, milking him. His groan rumbled through her body and the spot where his lips grazed her ear.

In the next slow, devastating thrust, she came apart, trembling and contracting, calling out Dante’s name.

More than his name fell from her lips, though.

“I’m falling in love with you.”

He stilled again. Then he jerked his cock free of her pussy.

She whimpered, regret filling every corner of her body.

But then he sank to the bed and gathered her into his arms. When he cupped her face and stared deep into her eyes, she wasn’t surewhereshe stood anymore.

“Say that again,” he roughed out.

“I…I’m falling in love with you.” Hell, maybe she already had. All she knew was she didn’t want to be parted from her SEAL.

His dark eyes slipped shut. A quiver that was almost like pain shuddered over his features. “Christ, Kennedy.”

He didn’t give her the words in return. But he didn’t have to.

She felt it in the way he kissed her, with a slow thoroughness dripping with emotion. In the way he stripped off her lingerie, fingers working over the clasps and ties, inching the satin off her. Even in the way he hooked a finger under the garter belt around her thigh and gave it a little snap that echoed through her core.

When he finally pressed inside her, their bodies locked together in one slow, mind-bending thrust.

She gasped his name. He growled hers.

It wasn’t just sex.

It was claiming and trust. It was melding more than their bodies—their minds merged.

Chest to chest, she felt her heart throb against his and knew he felt something for her too, even if he wasn’t ready to say it.

She clung to him, legs tight around his hips, head thrown back as he moved inside her, deep and rhythmic, like he already knew her body better than she did.

And when they both shattered—her fingers buried in his hair, his mouth at her throat—Kennedy knew this wasn’t just about survival anymore.

It was aboutthem.

And they had something worth fighting for.

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