Protecting Cheyenne (SEAL of Protection Book 5) by Susan Stoker Page A

out of your hair for a few hours. I have some things I have to do, but I’ll be back later. I’m going to take you to meet the most important people in my life…my SEAL team and their women. Then I’ll take you back to my place and you’ll spend the night in my bed while I sleep on the couch. When I finally take you, I want to make sure we’re both ready for it. Do you have a problem with any of that?”
    Cheyenne tried not to hyperventilate. There were so many things wrong with what Faulkner said, but she wanted every single thing with a desire that boarded on desperation. “I have to work tomorrow,” she managed breathlessly.
    She watched as Faulkner smiled widely and a bit wickedly. “Okay, I’ll bring you back here before your shift so you can change and do whatever it is you have to do to get ready. Will that work? Any other objections?”
    Cheyenne went to shake her head, caught herself and said instead, “No, Faulkner, no objections.”
    The look in his eyes was electric. “You expressed a thought last night, and you should know that I can’t wait to show you how my hand feels against your…skin, Shy.” Dude lowered his head, not giving her a chance to respond to his words, and proceeded to kiss the hell out of her as he promised.
    He didn’t ask, he didn’t ease into the kiss, he dove in and took over. Dude didn’t give her a chance to take control. He thrust his tongue into Cheyenne’s mouth and aggressively took her. He used his teeth, tongue, and even his lips. He teased, nibbled, bit, and stroked her. Within moments, Cheyenne was twisting and turning in his grip, lost in the passion they were sharing.
    Dude grabbed hold of her wrists with his right hand and brought them behind her. He held them at the small of her back, encouraging her to arch into him. Dude took his left hand and brushed his knuckles against her breasts, now even more prominently displayed in her low cut shirt and the push up bra.
    Dude eased away from Cheyenne’s mouth, ignoring her whimper of protest and looked down at his hand caressing her chest. He could see her nipples poking through both the lacy bra and the cotton of the T-shirt.
    “Normal? Jesus, Shy, look at you. You are anything but fucking normal .”
    Without giving her a chance to say or do anything else, Dude dropped his head and licked a line between her breasts. He held her still with one hand still clutching her wrists behind her back and the other rested just under her breasts. He could feel her heart hammering against her chest as if she’d run a marathon.
    “Beautiful. So beautiful,” Dude murmured, pulling back once more. He looked up into Cheyenne’s eyes again. “You have no idea how badly I want to take you to the ground, strip off all your clothes and spend the rest of the day tasting you and discovering just how good you feel under me. No fucking clue. This is not a one night stand, Shy. Say it.”
    “Not a one night stand.”
    “Good. Yeah, no way one night would be enough.” Dude struggled with himself. Cheyenne was so beautiful, helpless in his arms, waiting for whatever he was going to do with her next. He knew he was treading on thin ice. He was testing his control to the limit, but he had to taste her.
    “Hang on, Shy. I have to feel your nipple on my tongue just once before I let you go.” Dude leaned back and took his mangled left hand and stretched the V-neck of her shirt to one side. He was probably ruining it, but he didn’t fucking care. He moved it over enough until he could see the edge of the lace on the cup of her bra. Holding her shirt, he used one of the stubs of his fingers to move it out of the way. It only took an inch and her nipple popped out of the cup of her bra and Dude could see it harden further as the cold air of the room hit it.
    Cheyenne had large areolas and her nipple was a shade darker than the skin around it. Dude took the nail of his thumb and flicked it over her nipple. He watched as Cheyenne groaned