Read Before We Kiss (Uncharted SEALs Book 6) for Free Online

breaths, trying to calm her heart rate. She was really doing this. Sleeping with a man she’d just met.
    When the doors slid shut with a whisper, he took her hand in his and gave it a squeeze. “You tired?”
    Her chance for an out—if she wanted to take it. She swallowed. “Not particularly.”
    “Good.”
    Silence stretched between them. When the doors opened, they both stepped out, and maybe they walked a little more quickly, but she didn’t mind. She already had her card key in her hand when they reached her cabin’s door.
    He waited as she opened it then followed closely behind her. When he closed the door, he touched her upper arm. “Wait here until I have a look around.”
    “Right,” she said, hating the reminder of why he was really here.
    Minutes later, after he’d checked both bedrooms, baths and the balcony, he returned to her and turned the deadbolt. “All’s clear,” he said softly.
    At his downward glance, she wet her lips, anticipating that now they’d kiss.
    But he gently cupped her shoulders. “Before we kiss…”
    So he had been thinking about it, too. She raised her gaze to his.
    His brown gaze was direct. “I just wanted you to know a couple of things.”
    She nodded, but otherwise she kept silent. He would tell her he wasn’t the type to stick around. That she shouldn’t read too much into the fact they’d be making love. This encounter wouldn’t be about love…
    “Poppy, I never cross lines. I don’t fuck the people I protect.”
    Her mouth dropped a little at the f-word, but only because he’d been so blunt—and she hoped he wasn’t changing his mind about making her the exception. “I get that.”
    “No, you don’t.” His brows creased. “You’re pretty. And female. Which doesn’t happen often in my job, but that’s not even why I’m here.”
    Her mouth was drying. Maybe she ought to shut it before she blurted something humiliating. Like, we can talk…after .
    “I just wanted you to know, that if you weren’t the job, I’d have been all over you by now.”
    The way his voice deepened to a rasping growl told her everything she needed to know. First, that her neglected sexy bits didn’t need direct stimulation to grow aroused. Second, he was just as eager as she was. But while he was wrestling with his conscience, she wasn’t nearly as conflicted. Frank had abandoned her. Broken her heart. But she’d grieved long enough. She wouldn’t deny herself the pleasure of the well-muscled man in front of her. She sighed as his fingers tightened on her upper arms. Holding her gaze, Wiley bent toward her.
    Watching as he descended, she tilted back her head. But at the last moment, she reached up and pressed a finger against his mouth. “Before we kiss…”
    He arched an eyebrow.
    “You should know…” She bit her lip. “I haven’t been with a man other than Frank.”
    He gave a sharp nod, but since she hadn’t removed her finger, he still held back.
    “I have high expectations,” she whispered, then slowly dragged away her finger.
    The corners of his mouth twitched. “Should I feel intimidated?”
    “God, no. I mean, Frank was..great, before.” She felt heat flood her cheeks. “I just meant. I haven’t…a long time has passed…and I have these fantasies built up in my mind…”
    He lifted his hands to cradle her face. “I’ll go slow.”
    “Not what I meant,” she blurted. “You don’t have to.” She wished she’d never said anything now, because he was smiling, probably laughing inside at what a nitwit she was. “What I’m trying to say is I’m not scared. And I’m not fragile.” Taking her courage into her hands, she slid both palms up his chest to cup the lovely bulges she’d been dying to explore. “Fast would be better.”
    His kiss came quick and hard, ending her humiliating jabbering. While his mouth rubbed and sucked at hers, his thigh pushed between her legs.
    She needed no encouragement, moving closer to rub her sex on thick,