Pleasing Her SEAL by Anne Marsh

Author:Anne Marsh
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2015-01-02T16:00:00+00:00

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Ladies, tonight’s the night! That’s all I’m going to say, other than: wish me luck! I’m a woman on a mission and Mr. Fantasy Fodder doesn’t stand a chance. I’m ordering rose petals for the bed and a bottle of champagne (oh, all-inclusive resort! How I love thee!), plus I have what has to be the world’s biggest box of condoms. I am wondering though, how you all handle the pressure of the Wedding Night. I want tonight to be absolutely perfect. I want to blow his mind and be the best lover he’s ever had. Am I overthinking this? Underthinking it? I’m worried the main course will seem boring after all the fun appetizers. Help!

—MADDIE, Kiss and Tulle

“YOU SURE YOU want to play games with me?” Mason’s gruff voice in her ear almost put the brakes on Maddie’s pleasure. Almost, but not quite. Trying to get him into bed had been like racing an iceberg. She’d been getting nowhere fast, but now he wrapped his arms around her, one hand pulling her closer to his muscled chest and the other cupping her butt, and that was a mighty fine answer. He wanted her. He definitely didn’t want to let go. And that made her insides feel molten instead of icy, so maybe there was hope for that iceberg after all.

“You talk too much.”

He stared down at her for a moment, all big, stern man, and then his mouth quirked up. “You’re telling me that I talk too much?”

Picky beast. She slid her hand beneath his shirt. The man had muscles on his muscles, but the rest of him was smooth with just a sprinkling of hair. The pair of dog tags was a nice surprise, too. Winding the chain around her fingers, she tugged him into kissing distance.

Then she slid him a glance. “I’m officially saying, ‘I told you so.’”

He spread his fingers over her butt, his fingertips grazing the crack. She was pretty sure they both felt the shiver that coursed through her. “About?”

“You’re not just a chef. Or you’ve been a busy boy in a former life.” She tugged on the metal tags around his neck, sifting the skin-warmed metal through her fingers. “Dog tags.”

“Maybe they’re decorative,” he suggested, his nonanswer more than enough answer for her. “Or maybe I’ve served a tour or two.”

Imagining him as a soldier wasn’t difficult. He had a watchful stillness about him, an awareness of his surroundings and an easy confidence in his body that she liked. “That’s it? No details?” She ran her fingers over the dog tags.

“You want my biography?” His fingers stroked a little deeper, fondling her butt and moving closer to wicked territory.

“That’s an exit, not an entrance,” she pointed out, but darn it, she sounded breathless.

“I thought you wanted to play games,” he rasped, bending his head to whisper the words into her ear. He followed up with another wicked stroke.

“Yes, but I want to pick the game.”

His hand squeezed, his finger moving. The thought of where they could take this sent pleasure streaking through her.

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