Redeeming Her SEAL (ASSIGNMENT Caribbean Nights #9) - Kat Cantrell Page 0,16

full view of a beach thronged with people.”

Her core flooded instantly and she shut her eyes. That balcony orgasm was indeed imprinted in her soul. As was the one on the beach at Ilhota Rosa—the first climax Charlie had brought her to and still her favorite because it had happened on the heels of swimming with the wild dolphins there.

Nothing Jared had ever done could compare.

“My relationship with Jared is not up for discussion,” she told him. Again.

“Are you trying to convince me or yourself?”

“I already know the truth. There’s nothing to convince myself of.”

The truth? Jared liked women and had a lot of experience pleasuring one. She’d had plenty of orgasms in his bed. She’d had plenty of orgasms by herself too, and they ranked about the same. Nice. Nothing to write home about.

“Prove it.”

She blinked at the crafty expression on Charlie’s face. “Prove what?”

“That you’re not interested in me anymore. That you’re so satisfied with the way Anderson pleasured you that you won’t incinerate under my mouth.”

“What, you’re going to go down on me right here in the alleyway?” The second it left her mouth, she regretted it—of course he’d take it as a challenge. He’d been doing that from the moment she’d opened her mouth to ask him if he was waiting for her. She should have just laughed and walked away.

Too late. His gaze latched onto the area in question and then traveled oh, so slowly back up to her eyes, burning everything in its path.

“Are you asking me to?”

Yes. Oh, please God, yes. Her body wept with the promise of his tongue against her fevered core.

“No! We’re in public. I might have had sex with you on a balcony, but we were eighteen stories up in the penthouse. The odds of people actually seeing us were slim.”

That had added to the thrill though, no doubt, and he knew it. Just like he knew he’d sparked something inside her that was going to be so much harder to deny than she’d anticipated. Especially given that the look in his eye said he’d immediately clued in on the fact that her protest centered on their current location. Not the activity. Or him.

“Are you sure?” He didn’t touch her, but she felt him inside as surely as if he had. “You know it would be good. You know I know exactly how you like it, a little rough, a lot dirty. The thrill turns you on as much as the motion. Let me show you that I haven’t forgotten one blessed thing about how to make you come.”

“Your memory isn’t the problem,” she said loftily, her heart pounding as she imagined what he’d do if she said yes. “Your hearing is. I told you I’m not interested.”

And then he’d challenged her to prove it. Walking away would accomplish that. Standing here salivating over how good they could make each other feel did nothing but play into his hands. She didn’t move.

“Let’s just see about that,” he murmured and cupped her face, brought his mouth to within a hair’s breadth of hers, and stopped a frustrating millimeter away. “Tell me to stop.”

To hell with that.

Fisting his T-shirt, she yanked until their lips connected, and oh, God yes, Charlie was kissing her. His dazzling, talented tongue swirled against hers, claiming it with strong licks, and her back bit into the brick as he crushed her between his brutally hard body and the wall behind her.

Moaning, she let her need flow, and he swept it up easily, taking her deeper into the maelstrom. His thigh wedged between hers, shoving his cargo shorts high on his leg. Hard muscles lodged right at her sweet spot, and yes, that was what she’d been lacking. Charlie. Exactly like this, holding her, feeding her desire, catching her when she fell.

God, she’d missed this, missed the way he made her feel, missed his solidness.

He pulled at the hem of her skirt until he’d bunched it at her waist and there was no barrier between her hot flesh and his leg except a thin scrap of lace. She strained against him, desperate for him. Desperate to get back to that place they’d been two years ago when the world made sense. The longing for that, for him, unfolded inside her with so much fire that it pushed her to the brink.

She cursed. He was going to shatter her in under a minute. Right here, a block from her workplace, and that was enough of a cold bucket