Free HOT SEAL Rescue (HOT SEAL Team - Book 3) by Lynn Raye Harris

powerful right now.”
    Her confidence surged. She pushed him onto his back and straddled him. His broad hands clamped around her hips, gently, as she sat there and stared down at the smooth skin and hard muscle beneath her.
    “You’re so beautiful,” she said and then blushed. What the fuck? She did not do sweet nothings. Not even with Mark—and she’d thought she was in love with him at one time.
    “Thanks, honey. But I can’t hold a candle to you.” He reached up and toyed with her nipples, those sensitive little beasts that tingled and ached anew at his touch. “Love these nipples. So beautiful and responsive.”
    She’d always hated her nipples. They were too big, too prone to showing through her clothing when she was cold or aroused. But when Cody touched them, she felt like they were indeed special.
    “They love you too,” she said on a sigh.
    He lifted his head and pulled her forward until he could suck one into his mouth. “Mmmm, sweet,” he said. “Like the rest of you.”
    Her juices were dripping down her thighs now. Much more of that and she’d embarrass herself with how wet she was.
    He reached between them, his fingers skimming her clit.
    “You are so fucking wet,” he groaned. “It’s a crime you’ve been celibate—but the caveman in me is pretty damned happy you were. Because I get to be the man who reminds you how awesome sex can be.”
    “Don’t disappoint me,” she said hoarsely.
    “Not a chance, sunshine. You’re gonna melt, baby. Swear it.”
    She believed him. He gripped his cock then and positioned it beneath her. She didn’t need any urging to sink down on him. Her muscles burned in spite of how wet she was, because it had been so long.
    And maybe because he was hung. Seriously hung. She sucked in a breath and told herself to relax. But she needn’t have worried because Cody circled her clit again and again with his thumb. He didn’t move at all, didn’t shove himself inside her and pump like his life depended on it.
    She had to admit that she’d half feared that, even though he’d been patient enough to take care of her first. Some men were that way. They thought because they got you off that you then didn’t care what they did in order to get themselves off.
    “You okay?” he asked when he slid all the way home.
    She could feel him pulsing inside her. Feel his power and his restraint.
    And she suddenly wanted to own that power. Wanted to shatter that restraint.
    “Never better,” she said as she started to move on him. She went slowly at first, letting her body grow accustomed to him, and then faster as the pressure built deep inside her again.
    She threw her head back, curled her nails into his shoulders. He gripped her hips—to steady her or direct her she didn’t know—but let her set the pace.
    “Oh God,” she gasped as the tension inside her tightened almost unbearably. “It’s so good… So. Damn. Good…”
    He put his thumb right where it bumped against her clit as she bounced up and down on him. She’d thought she could hold out, thought it would take a little longer to reach her climax—but she was wrong.
    She shattered with a hoarse cry. She would have collapsed against him, but he flipped her like she was made of feathers, pushing her legs wide and pumping into her in just such a way that he hit the bundle of nerves in her G-spot.
    “Keep coming for me, Miranda,” he commanded her, never letting up, never tiring as he pressed her into the mattress. The bed squeaked mightily and the headboard rocked against the wall, but she didn’t care. All she cared about was the orgasm ripping through her body at that moment.
    It was the most intense, the most surprising, sexual experience of her life. Maybe it was the situation and the tension, or maybe it was the man. Whatever it was, her body was on fire with pleasure.
    “Cody,” she cried out. “Oh fuck, don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
    “As much as you want, baby. I’m here.”
    She