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

fell straight into his arms.
    Without hesitation, he used the other one to swipe all the papers from her desk. They fluttered to the floor unnoticed as he met her in the middle, bodies crashing together at the same moment their mouths did.
    The flawless splendor of Audra poured down his throat and clutched at his insides. God, he’d dreamed of her like this, prayed he’d have it once again, and cursed whatever roadblocks fate had thrown up that had kept them apart.
    This was not what he’d been after, not what he’d expected to suddenly crave more than his next breath. This was supposed to be nothing but sex. It wasn’t supposed to be meaningful .
    And then her tongue darted between his lips, claiming his in a demanding dance of heat. Groaning, he pivoted and backed her against the desk until her bottom hit it and he levered her up, nudging apart her knees until he could get between them. Her sweet center opened wide, and he ground his shaft against it, seeking relief from the ache all his dirty talk had created.
    Fingers fumbling with her zipper, he got it all the way down and slipped the dress from her shoulder to bite his way across her exposed collarbone. Her bra strap was in the way, so he yanked it to the side, exposing her breast.
    That worked too. Fitting his lips to her nipple, he sucked until she arched against his mouth with a little cry. God, that was amazing. The sound filled his lungs to bursting, among other parts, and if he didn’t hurry, there’d be a mess to clean up. But her flesh on his tongue enflamed him to the point where he couldn’t think, couldn’t do anything else but revel in the sensations.
    But there was more of her he hadn’t had his mouth on yet.
    As promised, he dropped to his knees and slid his hands up her thighs, spreading them wider and glanced up at her. His heart stumbled over a beat. She still filled him to the brim with nothing but her eyes. Her hair draped across her bare shoulder and breast, and her heavy gaze never left his as he fingered aside her panties to take that first lick.
    Heaven. He groaned as her taste filled his senses. Her hips rolled, squirming toward his mouth as she silently sought more. He gave it to her, using the flat of his tongue in broad, short strokes across her center, and then he couldn’t stand how long it was taking to get more of those cries out of her. Bending one leg up to open her further, he plunged three fingers into her slick channel and twisted until she convulsed, rippling through an orgasm that almost triggered his own.
    More . He licked her to another one until she cried out. That was more like it.
    Spent, she collapsed back on the desk, her legs still splayed, providing the ultimate temptation, so he pulled her skirt down over her drenched panties. But it did no good as a deterrent when he could still taste her on his lips.
    He stood, and dear God, his knees were shaking. Collapsing into her chair, he seriously considered rolling it forward and starting all over again, but she slid off the desk and cleared her throat as she put her dress back to rights without looking at him.
    Everything shifted, the mood, the atmosphere, her vibe. She regretted letting her guard down. Regretted letting him touch her. He could feel it, and it tripped a few wires in his head that he didn’t like. When she put her shields up, it reminded him of his own sins far too easily.
    “I think you melted my bones,” she finally commented when she was all zipped up.
    “Same goes.” Good. So everyone was on board with this having been nothing but sex. It wasn’t a reconnection, wasn’t anything but sex.
    That was so much of a lie it was a wonder his pants weren’t on fire.
    Someone had the audacity to knock on her office door. Guilt sprang into her expression and she jerked her head. “You should go.”
    Leaving was a good idea. Distance might be the best plan when everything in his body strained to recreate the intimacy they’d just shared. In the course