A SEAL's Fantasy by Tawny Weber Page A

for what she did in her sleep.
    “Maybe we should get up,” he said after clearing his throat a couple of times.
    She wanted to point out that he already appeared to be up. Quite up, thank you very much.
    She didn’t, though.
    Not out of ladylike reserve. That’d be silly, since she was straddling him like a polo pony.
    Nope.
    She figured his dick was stabbing into her thigh hard enough that pointing it out was redundant.
    She’d be damned if he’d set her aside this time.
    Besides, one of his hands had slid under her sleep shirt and was now curved over her ass.
    That was a clear go-ahead signal if she’d ever felt one.
    “I don’t think I’m done yet,” she told him with a smile that was pure dare. Let him claim he didn’t want her. She flexed her thighs against his hips. She’d be glad to prove him wrong.
    “We really shouldn’t be doing this.” He sounded 100 percent sure. But his eyes were hot and his fingers were kneading her butt—whether he realized it or not.
    “Why don’t we discuss it?” she suggested.
    “Discuss it?”
    “Naked,” she added, wriggling away so she could pull her nightshirt off.
    He didn’t let her. His hand pressed like a vise against the small of her back, the fabric locked between them.
    “This is a bad idea,” he muttered.
    It was hard to take him seriously, though, since his fingers had worked their way under the slim fabric of her V-string and were heading south.
    “Sometimes bad ideas result in really, really good sex,” she whispered. Then, because she had a firm policy against chitchat before noon, Lara reached between them to grab his erection.
    Oh, yeah.
    It was hard.
    Big and hard.
    “Mmm,” she hummed, licking his bottom lip.
    Her eyes laughing, she met his gaze with a wiggle of her brows. He looked as if he was in pain.
    Since she figured she was probably responsible for that pain, it must be her job to relieve him of it.
    She gave his thick erection another squeeze. He bit back a groan. Taking advantage of his distraction, Lara shifted fast so she had the blanket out of the way and was upright and straddling him again.
    Oh, baby. His dick pressed against her heat, wet delight soaking her panties.
    She wanted to move. To slide up and down, in and out. To feel that long, hard length inside her, as far as he could go.
    Shivering at the intensity of her desire, not sure she’d ever wanted this much, this fast, Lara ran her fingers through her hair.
    She stared down at Castillo. His eyes were hot, his mouth tight. For a second, she wondered what objections he was biting back. As long as he kept them to himself, she didn’t care.
    Not looking away, she wrapped her fingers around the hem of her nightshirt, slowly pulling it up to reveal her skin. All of her skin. His eyes turned molten blue, his gaze so hot it could melt steel.
    Lara bared her breasts and paused. She had one hell of a body and she wanted him to get a really, really good look.
    Because she didn’t plan on stopping for show-and-tell once she was naked.
    His breath coming just a little faster, Castillo’s eyes locked on her breasts and he wet his lips.
    Good boy. He had the right idea.
    Ready to go, Lara whipped the shirt over her head and threw it aside.
    She shook her hair out of her eyes, then reached down to cup the heavy weight of her breasts in her hands as an offering.
    “Why don’t we find out how many bad ideas we can come up with?” she suggested in a husky tone.
    “A few dozen come to mind.” He reached up, his hands covering hers.
    Lara almost came then and there.
    His hands were so big. So, so big and talented.
    He squeezed her flesh, then shifted so he was still cupping but his fingers were free to tease her nipples.
    Yum.
    Lara shivered, sensations flying through her body too fast for her to identify them. All she knew was that she had never felt like this.
    This wild.
    This excited.
    This desperate.
    She arched, pressing her breasts harder into his hands. At the same time she