Free THE KISS OF A SEAL by Anne Elizabeth

pounds with such strength. But that was the double-edged part of his wife, her capability and her vulnerability.
    He drew her to him slowly. Music played in the background, a special selection of romantic songs that he had loaded onto his phone.
    She smiled at him and came eagerly into his arms.
    Holding her against his body, he knew he would never tire of holding her close. The scent of her hair, that dash of wildness that was her own essence coming from the nape of her neck, it drew him in. Did she know…that he was a prisoner of her wiles? How much power she had over him? And yet, when she looked at him, he could see the tenderness, her emotions boldly displayed for him to see. He would need to respect those aspects of her, be careful not to crush them, her spirit or her love for him.
    His lips caressed the skin along her neck. He knew as truly as the day was long that it wasn’t only neglect that had killed the relationship between Goody and Jessa, but also dishonesty. He was going to make damn sure that he didn’t step into either of those pitfalls.
    “How are you?” he murmured.
    “Happy,” she purred. “Though, I could use a little help.” She looked down at her clothes. “I appear to be over-dressed for the occasion.” She tilted her head to the side.
    He couldn’t stop his grin, knew it probably looked cheesy but he didn’t care. He made swift work of her clothes, draping them over a chair next to the one where he had put his coat. That image would have made a sexy picture, her clothes and his dress uniform: his ice cream suit—dress whites—and her sexy bra and panties. He made a mental note of that for a second, before he scooped her into his arms and carried her to the four-poster bed.
    Briefly, he got up to close the doors leading to the balcony and the drapes, too. He didn’t want the world to see what was his and hers only. This time belonged to them.
    Her hands reached for him. She was eager for his touch. He loved that about Jessa, her boldness in bed. She knew what she wanted and had a variety of ways of seeking it.
    As her hands skimmed the top of Link’s stomach and then teased along the inside of his thighs, he could barely contain the sigh of pleasure. When she cupped him between his legs and then used the tips of her nails to wake a not-so-sleeping beast, he flipped their positions. He needed to touch her and hold her and explore her, too.
    Her eyes held to his as he caressed her flesh. When they began sliding to half-mast he knew she was close to coming, and he wanted her to have that pleasure as many times as he could bring it until she was too spent to move.
    “Lincoln. I want you…inside me,” she whispered. Her hands urged him to do her biding.
    “Not yet, my love. Just wait…a little while longer.” He watched her body writhe on the bed as she lost herself in the waves of enticement and completion. He refused to let her stop, to rest, to be still until she was begging for him.
    Then he held himself over her, entering her slowly, tenderly, lovingly, and easing himself in one inch at a time until she couldn’t hold still and was thrusting onto him.
    He wasn’t in a rush. Despite her urging, he set a slow rhythm, wanting to saver this moment. But, his bride had other plans.
    Her nails sunk into his flesh of his shoulders as she used her thighs to hold him, rolling him to the side, where she was able to be on top and in charge.
    He smiled at her. “I’m at your service.”
    Her grin was wicked as she threw back her head and had her way with him.
    The urge to close his eyes was strong, to give into feeling every sensation coursing through his body, but he didn’t want to lose this moment. So, he forced himself to watch her, to see her abandon and her joy as she cried out and took him with her.
    His hands held her hips as he joined her in the bliss of consummation. It was like nothing he had ever felt before, this oneness and togetherness, as if they were indeed a single