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a SEAL.”
    He raised an eyebrow. “Are you now?”
    She nodded, and her fingers toyed with her skirt’s indecent hemline. “That’s my plan.”
    Everything about her so-called plan sounded like trouble. But the part of him that craved the risk that went hand-in-hand with jumping out of helicopters into the rough, cold ocean waves while wearing enough gear to drown, the side of him that went into hostile territory and chatted up the targets before eliminating them…yeah, that part buried his logic and demanded that he sit his ass down.
    He took a step back and sank into the seat. “And just how do you plan to seduce me?”

Chapter Six
    Chrissie summoned the courage that had pushed her this far. The man who lost control when he kissed her sat on her couch, waiting for her next move. If she walked over to him…
    Her legs started moving, carrying her closer. He leaned back, his legs splayed and his right arm resting on the side of the sofa. He looked calm and in control, while her nerves ran in circles firing off different instructions.
    Jump him.
    Kiss him.
    Run away.
    Women probably threw themselves at him all the time. The man was a SEAL, the best of the best. Fearless. Brave. Heroic. Ripped…
    She froze, her legs a few inches away from his. What could she possibly offer this man that would make him melt? At twenty-three, she’d nearly returned to virgin territory. She could win over her fans night after night with her words. She could appear bold, even brazen, on the set for her video shoot. But here? Just her and the SEAL?
    “Don’t quit now, honey,” he murmured, his tone soft and surprisingly gentle. “You’re doing great.”
    She searched his face for a sign of pity. After growing up with next to nothing and enduring the sympathy that often went with asking for assistance like free lunch at school, she had a low tolerance for those “poor little girl” looks. And she didn’t want pity sex. She wanted to win his desire.
    But there wasn’t a hint of sympathy in his eyes. Behind his relaxed façade, she sensed a need that reflected hers. And she moved between his splayed legs.
    Touch him… Take him…
    She gave her instincts free rein. Bent at the waist, she placed her hands on his thighs. His gaze dropped to her breasts, and she felt the tension ripple through him as she let him look.
    Now tease him…
    She ran her hands up his legs and brushed past the hard bulge beneath his jeans. “I’ll come back for that,” she murmured. “But first…”
    She wrapped her hands around the hem of his T-shirt and drew it up. Her knuckles glided over his abs. And then, thanks to her years of dance training, everything from tap to the more elaborate choreography she learned for her concerts, she drew his shirt over his head while climbing onto his lap.
    She straddled his legs, and her knees pressed into the loveseat cushions. Her skirt now decorated her waist, but he still kept his hands to himself.
    She leaned forward and pressed her lips to his ear. “What are you waiting for?”
    “An invitation.” He growled.
    “Touch me,” she said. “Please.”
    His hands wrapped around her hips and drew her close against him. He rocked his hips up into hers, and she felt her control slipping away. And the realization dawned on her as the feel of him, even through his jeans, sent little shockwaves radiating out from her core. He’d been holding back, because once he started, he might not be able to stop.
    His hands slipped around to her bare backside. “A short skirt and thong underwear,” he murmured. “That’s a dangerous combination.”
    His finger teased the thin strip of fabric running between her cheeks, pulling it up. The front of her panties drew tight across her clit. She leaned back and closed her eyes, trying to decipher the sensations. His hard cock pressing against her. The silk underwear. His fingers releasing the back of her thong and gently slipping it back between her cheeks…
    “Tell me more,”