Free Ruined by the SEAL (ASSIGNMENT: Caribbean Nights Book 2) by Zoe York Page B

that he needed to see her in front on him.
    And when she screamed, that worry slammed to the frontof everything else.
    You shouldn’t be alone mixed with let me hold you —but then they were snapping at each other again.
    His fear gave way to bitter frustration that they were going to go another few rounds of the push-me, pull-me game they’d been playing at, but Cara had surprised him.
    “Go back to bed.”
    “I don’t want to.”
    That was all he’d needed to hear. He’d just needed her to open herselfup to him that little bit, enough to see that while yes, they were still at odds, and yes, they were still playing games…this attraction was real.
    His need was echoed in a very real way in her own need.
    Relief coursed through his veins as Cara threw herself at him.
    The storm had all but disappeared from his awareness as her hands slicked over his shoulders and her mouth collided with his. Herlips were full and soft, and before he could fully process just how good they felt against his skin, her tongue got into the game and his mind stuttered.
    The first taste of her was unexpectedly hot, like a lit match to dry, hungry tinder.   A confession, of sorts,   that she had wanted this as long as he had. Of course, for both of them that had only been three days.
    Three days.
    It felt likea lifetime.   And her kiss—angry and sweet, desperate and still holding back, still tentative—said she felt that history as keenly as he did.
    In three days, they’d packed in a lot. One kiss, one night if he was lucky, wouldn’t erase all of it. Might even make it worse.
      But he’d asked her to say yes. And she’d not only said it, but she’d given herself to him to underline how much she meant it.

    He couldn’t let them burn themselves down. Couldn’t let them get too out of control. He cupped her cheeks in his hands and gave himself over to her kisses, the whole time thinking, we need to talk.
    “You’re soaking wet,” she whispered against his mouth.
    “Your tent?”
    She laughed and shook her head. “Let’s make a run for your bed.”
    “You sure?” He was breathing hard, and he’d fall on his kneesif she said no, but he needed to ask.
    She   reached up and covered his hands with hers. “ I don’t know what’s going to happen in the morning, but yes I’m sure about tonight.”
    Another wave of relief slammed into him and he bent her backwards, kissing her hard before lacing his fingers through hers and running across the gardens, his leg screaming at him but he needed to get Cara inside beforethe next lightning strike.
    When they got to the smaller out building, he pushed through the door. He’d left an LED lantern on, hanging on a hook next to his bedroom door, and he guided her toward that pale blue light. In the doorway of his room, he stopped and peeled off his t-shirt. It was sopping wet, and he tossed it roughly in the direction of the bathroom.
    Hanging their clothes to dry couldbe tomorrow’s problem.
    Wordlessly, she followed suit, tugging off her almost equally wet tank top.
    His mouth went dry, because beneath that slim bit of cotton, she’d been wearing absolutely nothing.
    She dropped her arms to her sides and stood there waiting for him.
    Her breasts were beautiful, like the rest of her. Surprisingly full on her slim frame, with enough weight to sway as she moved.Brown nipples, already hard for him.
    With a quiet, guttural groan, he crowded against her and kissed her again, his hands eagerly diving into her hair, then down her shoulders and over her back, crushing her breasts against his chest. He wanted to fall to his knees and love them with his mouth, but there was time for that. No need to rush, although rushing was all he could think about. Gettinginside her, taking her, claiming her.
    She was warm and soft in all the places where he was hard and cold, broken and brittle. And she pressed into him— into, not just against— winding herself right into his heart.
    He raked his