Page 88 of Honk if You Love Real Men (Tempting SEALs 1)

“Pervert,” she gasped instead as his head lowered, his lips pressing over her navel as his tongue curled around the small diamond navel ring and tugged.

Her hips came off the couch, a high, broken cry leaving her lips as her hands gripped his head. To pull him back. Yes. Make him stop. So why the hell was she holding him closer, her fingers clenching in his hair as reality began to recede?

It was so fucking sexy. She had never known anything so erotic as Reno’s lips on her stomach, his tongue flicking over the ring as his hands moved to grip her thighs, parting them further, sliding high.

She shuddered in his grip, her knees bending, her skirt rising above the crotch of her panties as his fingers smoothed over the flesh of her inner thighs.

“Perfect,” he whispered as his lips began to move higher. “There you go, baby, just lay there and let me make you feel good. Do you know how much I’ve wanted to just make you feel good? Make you burn for me?”

His tongue swiped over a nipple as he neared

her breast. Even through the material of her short tank top, the sensation was incredible. Hot enough to send the blood surging through her body, her nipples hardening further as an unfamiliar burst of heat surged from her nipple to her pussy.

“Feel good?” His voice was a rough growl as she stared up at him.

His hand hooked into the stretchy fabric of her top and began to lift it.

Raven whimpered. She couldn’t help it, and the helpless sound of arousal infuriated her. She heard her own hunger, her own weakness in the sound. The complete inability to deny the whiplash of emotions and erotic pleasure that seared her senses. Her hands gripped his wrists, but she couldn’t whisper the words she knew it would take to stop him. All she could think about was his tongue licking over her ultrasensitive flesh, sucking her into his mouth, stroking the intensity of pleasure higher.

“There we go, baby,” he crooned as she released his wrists, allowing him to pull the material over her head and toss it aside.

God. She was practically naked in front of Reno Chavez. His stormy gaze was eating her up, his hands trailing incredible shards of pleasure over the sides of her breasts as he watched her with a lust-filled expression.

“Reno . . .” She whispered his name, terrified to believe it was actually happening, he was really here, his hands moving quickly over the buttons of his shirt and stripping it from his shoulders.

She reached for him. She couldn’t help it. All that tanned, hard muscle with the light arrowing of short, dark hairs was too much to resist. She sat up, barely noticing the surprised pleasure in his expression an instant before her breasts raked over his chest. Her hands gripped his neck and she pulled him down to satisfy the overwhelming need for his kiss.

Within seconds he had her flat on her back again, but she had what she needed. His chest sliding over her nipples, his tongue plunging into her mouth, twining with hers as her hands roved his shoulders, her nails raking, her sensuality taking over as her greatest fantasy began to come true.

It wasn’t smart. Holding her heart back from him would be the hardest thing she had ever done in her life. But she needed this. She needed him. Once and for all she needed to exorcise the ghosts of her own fantasies. She had known since she was no more than a teenager that Reno was her greatest weakness. And now she knew he could destroy her.

She moaned in protest as his hands pulled at her arms, bringing them from around his neck as he gripped her wrists in one hand and stretched them over her head, his eyes lifting as he watched her with narrow-eyed hunger.

“Stay.” His voice was impossibly dominant as he issued the sensual order. “Keep your arms up, your hands right there. Don’t make me tie them, Raven.” Then he smiled, a slow, intensely erotic curve of his lips that had her fighting to breathe. “Or is that what you want?”

To be tied up? Hell no! But she couldn’t get the thought out of her head. As she clenched her hands, keeping her arms in place, she could almost feel the restraints holding her, sending her imagination flying until she felt him move.

“Oh God. Reno . . .” His fingers released the little purse at her side, then slid the zipper of her skirt down.

“I want you naked, Raven,” he told her firmly. “If you intend to say no, baby, you better do it now.”

No. No. No. No. Her head was screaming the word, but it wouldn’t come to her lips. Instead, she gripped the armrest of the couch, shuddering as he eased the skirt over her thighs, moving away from her to strip the material completely off her body.

“Sweet mercy,” he whispered as he stood by the couch, staring down at her.

Raven knew the point of no return had already been reached. There was no turning back now and she knew it. She didn’t want to turn back.

She watched, breathing harshly as he toed his sneakers off, and his hands went to the waistband of his jeans. As though in slow motion, she watched, the metal buttons were flicked open, the jeans parting, revealing the dark material of his snug boxer briefs.

Seconds later, hooking his fingers in the waistband of the briefs, he peeled off both jeans and underwear, the thick length of his erection, the purplish head bulging, heavy veins straining against satiny flesh, was free.

“I want to touch you,” she whispered, her gaze locked on his cock. “Please, Reno. I need to touch you.” Her mouth watered with that need.

“Later, baby,” he groaned. “If you touch me now, I’ll lose it.”

He knelt on the floor then, spreading her legs until one rested on the floor, the other, knee bent, still on the cushions of the couch. Leaning forward, his tongue flicked out to lick over her nipple before drawing it into the incredible heat of his mouth.

“Reno. Oh God. Reno. It’s so good. . . .” She writhed beneath him, unable to keep from watching, her eyes locked on his lips as he drew her nipple into his mouth. His tongue rasped it as he sucked it deep, sending sharp fingers of lightning-hot sensation rushing straight to her cunt.

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