Hot SEAL, Heartbreaker - Cat Johnson Page 0,32

moved to stand in front of him.

Brian reached out and guided her with a hand on each of her hips until she was straddling his thighs. In this position, over him, she’d never felt sexier.

He ran a hand up her back, drawing her closer. So close that his scent filled her nose. A combination of spice—men’s deodorant, maybe—with an undercurrent of mint—toothpaste, if she had to guess.

Leaning in, he looked like he was about to kiss her, when she remembered something.

After holding up one finger to halt his forward progress, she called over her shoulder in the general direction of the smart device in the room, “Alexa. Set a timer for thirty minutes.”

“Timer set for thirty minutes,” the feminine computerized voice responded.

“Thank you.” She turned back to face him. “Okay. Go ahead.”

He quirked up a brow. “You say thank you to your AI?”

“Yes. It’s important to be polite,” she told him.

“All right.” With one more glance toward the device before focusing back on her, he said, “I guess I’d better get moving since I’m on the clock.”

“Thirty minutes, as we agreed,” she reminded him.

“As we agreed,” he echoed before he palmed the back of her head and pulled her within kissing range.

The second his lips touched hers it was like a spark of electricity arced between them.

That had to be a good sign. A good kisser indicated he’d be good at other things. Things in which she hadn’t partaken recently thanks to a string of ridiculously bad dates, and Jen’s meddling and continued attempted fix-ups, both of which had turned her off men.

Of course, the spark between them could have been static electricity, so she’d reserve judgement until the end of the thirty minute trial period. That seemed like the smart thing to do.

But they were off to a good start. Better than a lot of the guys she’d seen lately.

Some of her most recent past dates—Mister Man Bun and Mister Small Batch Whiskey Connoisseur and, of course, Andrew Mister Never Take No for an Answer—hadn’t gotten nearly this far with her.

In order to make a fair and accurate assessment of his true kissing ability, they’d have to take the kiss deeper.

She angled her head and slipped her tongue between his lips.

He sucked in a breath through his nose and responded, his tongue tangling with hers.

She was enjoying the kiss, just fervent enough but not too aggressive, when he ran one hand up her thigh and beneath the hem of her skirt.

His action reminded her that she’d wanted to do a bit of exploring herself. She reached for the bottom of his shirt and, blindly as they continued to kiss, slipped her hands beneath it.

Fine hairs brushed against her palms as she moved her hands up the ridges of muscle that comprised his washboard stomach, all the way until she reached to the hard fullness of his pecs. She pinched two pebbled nipples and felt him suck in a breath.

She was just considering pulling off his shirt to give her hands more access to his Adonis-like torso, when he slipped one finger inside her underwear.

Brian hit a spot between her legs that had her drawing in a sharp breath and forgetting all about his shirt.

He circled her bundle of nerves, increasing the speed and pressure as the intensity of his kiss heightened along with the motion of his hand.

Panting, she had to break their lip-lock in order to breathe. She opened her eyes to find him smiling before he pulled his hand out of her underwear and tipped her off him and onto the sofa.

She ended up sprawled on her back, legs spread as he kneeled between them. Her underwear landed on the floor as her skirt rode high around her hips. That gave him all the access he needed as he leaned low between her thighs.

The heat of his mouth stoked the fire already smoldering inside her.

His tongue proved as talented as his fingers.

Even as the pleasure zinged through her, she lifted her hips higher, seeking more. So much more.

He slid his fingers inside, filling her, but only partially sating her need.

Tingles turned to full out convulsions and the orgasm slammed into her, ripping cries from her throat. Sounds she’d never made before. Noises that seemed to fuel his enthusiasm.

He slid one arm beneath her hips to raise her pelvis higher before he pressed a spot inside her that ratcheted the orgasm to another level. He worked her harder, faster, the pressure of his mouth and his fingers increasing