“You’re just like Captain Kirk.”
“Pardon me?”
“Married to Star Fleet. Captain Kirk.”
“Right, exactly. I’m dedicated to the Navy.”
“So, you didn’t like kissing me and you don’t want to make hot, passionate love to me?”
“Whoa, slow this boat down, I never said that.”
“So, you liked kissing me?”
“Yeah. I really liked kissing you.”
“Prove it.”
It happened so fast that Sienna gasped. She’d forgotten how quick the man could move when she found herself pinned between the cool elevator wall and a hard, hot body.
His mouth slanted over hers. She sighed against it, even as the wet heat of his tongue came up against her parted lips, which she opened eagerly. She moaned as his tongue explored her mouth, possessively, expertly, running along the silky sweetness, then capturing it, entwining with his, stroking, tasting, leaving her begging for more, much more. His scent was intoxicating, very masculine, very seductive.
Sienna slid her hands up his strong arms and tangled her fingers in the longer hair at his nape. She had never realized how much passion she had inside her until she’d kissed this man. Now nothing short of having him inside her would be enough.
He pushed his hips against hers while he softened the impassioned kiss.
It was Sienna’s undoing when his mouth moved over hers in such obvious worship, like a man paying homage to something beyond his comprehension, something enchanting and so captivating that it defied human understanding. She felt the heat of his arousal and moved against him with an abandon that startled her.
All Sienna’s thoughts broke apart like glass shattering into tiny crystal shards.
He devoured her as if she were so sweet, he couldn’t get enough. Sienna all but cried out as he slipped his hands under her dress.
“I have to know,” he said softly.
“Know what?” she panted back.
“What you have on under this dress.”
She felt his hands on her outer thigh, over her hip, cupping her buttock in his hand and squeezing. He moved up to her waist and when he touched the silk, he sighed.
“A thing. That’s it?”
“Just my skin.”
He ran his hand around the silk band until he reached her nest of curls. “Damn, Sienna, you’ve made me lose control.”
The heat in his eyes was more than lust. It was more powerful, more pure—almost transcendental, making the blue of his eyes seem luminous and soft. She blinked a couple of times, but then lost her train of thought when A.J. slid his hand over her mound.
“Wet,” he said, slipping a finger inside her.
“I heard SEALs liked getting wet.”
“We love it.”
His mouth came down on hers as he rubbed her nerve-rich center. The sensation built between her legs, their mouths twisted passionately, lips fierce, tongues wildly mating.
“You’re so tight, so wet,” he murmured, his hand coming up to cup her breast through the tight material. He bent his head and took her into his mouth, biting gently on her distended nipple through the fabric. It was the most amazing feeling to be fully clothed and be ravished at the same time.
“A.J.,” she said raggedly, the hard sensations in her groin narrowing down to a tight, aching need. His mouth came back to hers.