Her Christmas SEAL (When SEALs Come Home Book 7) by Anne Marsh Page A

particular mental image of Jacks crash-landing on the ground. Watching him cut himself free of that big pine tree had been funny, partly because I’d been pissed at the world and partly because he’d already handled the landing portion of things and had survived intact.
    “And you’re telling me this why?”
    “Because I’m jumping right now.” His finger moved from my mouth to my chin, nudging my face up, and my breath caught. “I love you. I should have told you that years ago, but I hesitated, and then you met Mr. Dick and things kinda snowballed from there.”
    “You never said anything.” I sounded like a broken record. You didn’t write, didn’t call, didn’t didn’t didn’t.
    “I should have,” he agreed, and I loved the look in his eyes.
    That look was worth a thousand letters or conversations, although I was greedy. I’d take the look, the letters, and anything else he’d give me. I wanted all of Jacks Benson.
    “So I’m saying it now. I love you, Holly Clark, and I’m hoping you love me back.”
    Old habits die hard, I realized. Part of me wanted to tease, wanted to watch him squirm. The rest of me though had pretty much melted all over his chest.
    “You move fast,” I said.
    “I know what I want. Who .”
    “Me too,” I admitted, letting my hands get busy with the buttons on the front of his jeans. Undoing him was as easy as one, two, three, and then he came popping out. My smoke jumper had gone commando underneath his denim.
    “While that’s real nice,” he rasped out, “that wasn’t quite what I had in mind. Jesus,” he cursed when I wrapped a hand around his dick. “I thought you’d want me to explain.”
    “I want everything,” I demanded. “Starting with this.”
    I squeezed his dick, sliding my hand up the hard length to the tip.
    “That your favorite part of me?” Amusement filled his voice as he shifted me to straddle him. His fingers got busy too, stroking down the T-shirt and beneath the hem. Seeing as how I was bare legged, there was nothing between him and my panties, a fact he seemed to appreciate, because he groaned and stroked higher.
    “Nope,” I told him and slapped my free hand against his chest. Right over where his heart was. I thought. I had to admit that my knowledge of anatomy wasn’t as great as it could be. “This right here is my favorite part.”
    He nudged my fingers up and over a few inches. “I’m assuming you prefer my heart to my rib cage?”
    I squeezed and he groaned. “I love you.”
    “In the truck no less. Shame on you, babe.” Since he’d somehow managed to find a condom and position himself at my opening, I figured that wasn’t a complaint. And then he pressed into me, opening me up and sliding deeper and deeper with single-minded focus, and I forgot about using my words.
    Jacks thrust up and I slammed down, taking him ways I hadn’t dreamed were possible. My bad boy SEAL was a constant surprise. I tightened my knees on his hips, riding him with a slow roll of my hips.
    “Good thing I don’t have neighbors,” he muttered, adjusting the angle of his penetration and finding a spot that made me squeal. He drove me insane, and we both knew it. He found my clit, dragging his thumb around the bud in a slow, hard circle, and I lost it, grinding against him and falling over the edge. He withdrew, pushed back inside me, following me in a few fast, furious strokes.
    I collapsed against his chest, savoring the way we were still connected. Hot sex and Jacks loved me. My crappy week had taken a right-hand turn into fantasyland. Eventually Jacks shifted, easing me off him and tucking me against his side.
    “We should go inside.” I was almost certain we couldn’t spend the rest of our lives curled up on the front seat of his truck. He was too tall, for one, plus my stomach picked that moment to growl.
    He grinned and reached into the backseat to fish out a cardboard box. “Brought you breakfast.”
    The man was definitely a keeper.