Page 10 of Covert Temptation (SEAL Team Blackout Charlie #4)

He issued another of his famous grating sounds like he gargled grit and gravel for breakfast every morning. For all she knew, he did. At five a.m.

But her ears echoed with the sound he’d made at the last…right before he poured his release inside her.

She snuggled closer, and he slowly loosened his hold on her waist. But he didn’t let her go.

In Dante’s arms, all the little sounds that drove her there—the creaks and knocking of all pipes, the wind rattling the windows—faded. Next to the SEAL’s strong, warm body, she felt safe.

He definitely wasn’t acting like a colossal dickhead now.

Her breaths came slower as fatigue settled over her. His masculine scent filled her nose, swirling in her head and starting a slow sweep of her insides, working its way down, until her pussy clenched with fresh desire.

“Dante.”

“Kennedy,” he returned without a beat of hesitation.

She lifted her head from his shoulder and glanced down the hard planes of his chest and washboard abs to peek at his cock.

Her stomach bottomed out as she realized his desire hadn’t faded either. His cock stood stiff and rigid against his abs, the tip shiny from want and the remnants of their last round.

She rolled onto one hip, pressing her body against the length of his.

He groaned again.

“You’re getting a lot of practice groaning.”

This time he grunted.

Feeling just as bold as she had when she climbed into his bed, she wrapped her fingers around his forearm and guided his hand up her side.

He went still but his eyes were dark and watchful, riveted on her face. She held his gaze, wanting to see what she could do to a man who lived by such strict rules, and brought his hand to her breast.

At the feel of his body heat, her nipple puckered and began to ache. A flutter took up residence in her core.

“Dante…”

His only response was a small sigh released through his nose.

She nuzzled his ear. “I want you again.”

He moved like a streak of lightning, ducking his head and trapping her hard nipple between his lips.

“Oh god!” She rocked into him, mind swirling along with the heat of his tongue exploring the circle of her nipple. When he grazed his teeth over it, fresh juices spilled from her pussy.

She felt around the bed again, finding his hand and drawing it between her legs. The moment he felt how wet she was, he let out a low growl.

Cupping her pussy, he settled his thumb over her throbbing clit and worked his long fingers inside her.

He stared down at her face as he drove her wild with his fingers. Sharp gasps burst from her lips with a strum of his thumb, and her eyes rolled back in her head every time he fucked his fingers inside her.

His smoldering gaze held steady on hers. Again, she felt this man didn’t just see her—he saw into her.

His eyes glittered as if he could bend her to his will with the sheer force of his stare. And damn if she didn’t want to let him.

Her belly dipped as she dragged in another rasping breath. Her body quivered and her insides clutched with the pulsations just out of reach.

Withdrawing his fingers with a slow glide, he fixed his entire focus on her. She rocked her hips, seeking those magical digits deep inside her. When he thrust them in again and curled them into the perfect spot, more juices soaked him.

“Christ, Kennedy. You’re…so…damn…responsive.”

“To you,” she murmured, mouth opening on a silent moan as her orgasm hovered a scant breath away.

He slammed his mouth over hers then, stealing her cries as her release struck full force and somehow stronger than the last.

She shook and shuddered through wave after wave, clinging to Dante in the turbulent sea of desire. Before she could come up for air, he hovered over her again, hips fitted perfectly between her splayed thighs.

“Look at me,” he demanded in a tight voice, and she did just as he slid home.

Deep. Deeper.

Tunneling into the sensitive place where she shook apart for him. Her contractions milked him in tugging pulls that had him growling into her mouth.

Under her palms, his carved ass flexed as if he could barely hold back from moving. Then he began to fuck her—hard, fast, over and over again.

The wild tempest had her gripping at him, seeking more, shooting high, high, higher again.

She dug her fingers into his hair, yanking him down for a bruising kiss as the first spurt of his release soaked her pussy.

“Fuck!” The cords in his neck strained as he tossed his head back and let go, hips churning in sharp jerks, cock pumping her full of cum.

They rolled apart in gasping pants and a light sheen of perspiration. She only lay there a moment before Dante slung his heavy arm across her. He tugged her body up on top of his for a brief second, then over to the other side of the bed.

She collapsed into the mattress, still trying to gain her breath. “What was that for?”

“If you’re gonna stay, this is your side of the bed.”

Pleasure rolled through her. He wanted her to stay.

“Why is this my side of the bed?”

“Because I have to be closest to the door.”

She let out a contented sigh and nestled up against him, her palm resting on the ridges of his abs, the steady rise and fall of his chest lulling her in a way she hadn’t felt in years.

Even in the dark, with the wind blowing the snow outside and the silence pressing in, she felt safe here—because she was with him.

And as her body slowly stopped humming, all she could think about was how long he’d need to recover…because with Dante, she felt insatiable.