Free Redeeming Her SEAL (ASSIGNMENT: Caribbean Nights Book 9) by Kat Cantrell Page A

glanced heavenward. “How did we get on this subject again?”
    Easily. Because the awareness sizzling through the atmosphere wouldn’t allow them to focus on anything else until they bridged the gap between then and now. One last time, then he could give up the ghost, forget about her, and let her get on with a life that could never include him. Until he got her naked and quivering in his arms, neither of them could ever fully move on.
    It was closure. And he desperately wanted that. For both of them.
    “Audra,” he murmured and held out his hand. “Come here.”
    There was a second when he thought she was going to reach back, and then she shook her head, crossing her arms over her midsection. “I don’t think so.”
    “Curious about something.” He cocked his head but didn’t lower his arm, because the invitation remained in effect as long as he was behind the closed door of her office. “What do you think I’m planning to do, rub meat all over you and throw you into a pit of wolves?”
    That’s when she laughed with a throaty note that he heard in his dreams sometimes, and it skidded across his skin in a way he hadn’t anticipated. He wanted to hear it again.
    “I don’t know what you’re planning to do, but I can honestly say wolves was not on my list of top ten.”
    “Not on my list either.” Her gaze met his, and a glimmer of something precious spanned the space between them. Once, they’d made plenty of lists together, and he’d missed their easy banter, the flirting that had led them to check off the items one by one in as many fun and creative ways as they could. “But I do have a list. Shall I run it down for you?”
    She didn’t answer, and he took that as an affirmative. Which would have been the case even if she’d said no.
    “First, I’m going to kiss you. Second, I’m going to pull up the hem of that dress and put my hands on your thighs. Then I’m going to spread them. Fourth, you’re going to lie back on that desk, and I’m going to part your folds. Then lick you from bottom to top.” Her lungs hitched with a tiny satisfying gasp, and he lost his place as his erection grew painfully hard at the promise of that sweetness in his future. “Where was I? Number six?”
    At her nod, he chanced stepping closer, hand still extended.
    “What if I just show you?” he murmured and fluttered his fingers for emphasis, aching to sink into her. And then dropped the final hammer. “I don’t have any condoms. This is one hundred percent about you.”
    Heat sprang into her gaze, and he had her. He could read the capitulation there as easily as if she’d scrawled it across her forehead with a marker.
    “Why?” she asked simply, and it was clear she meant it honestly, like she couldn’t imagine a reason he might want to make her feel good without any return expectations. As if she’d rarely experienced selflessness when it came to sexual pleasure. Given the last man she’d slept with, he understood her confusion.
    And all at once, he didn’t have a good answer as to why he was bent on getting his hands on her. Sure, maybe he’d started out to prove he could make her forget about Anderson, that every orgasm could delete a part of her memory. Then he’d moved on to closure and like four other excuses. But none of that was the truth.
    His agenda evaporated as he drank in the raw vulnerability in her demeanor. He wanted to show her how beautiful she was, how much he enjoyed touching her. How fragile and precious these moments were when there was nothing else in the world but the two of them, locked in bliss only the other could bring.
    He just wanted to sink into her, to be together like they’d once been. So he could forget the last eighteen months.
    “Because your pleasure pleases me,” he said hoarsely. “You’re so gorgeous when you come. That’s when you touch me the most. Here.”
    He tapped the center of his chest. And then all words failed him as she took his hand and then