A SEAL's Salvation. Tawny Weber
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Название: A SEAL's Salvation
Автор: Tawny Weber
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Современные любовные романы
isbn: 9781472046864
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What are you wearing?
What was she wearing?
That was it?
She’d risked family disapproval, her father’s fury, and had sucked up every last bit of nerve she had to write to him. She’d sent horrible news, informing him of the downward spiral and death of a guy who’d once been his best friend.
And this was how he responded?
Grinding her teeth, Genna held the letter out at arm’s length, peering at it again. But the words didn’t change.
What was she freaking wearing?
Jaw set, more alive than she’d felt in forever, she stormed over to the small rolltop desk in the corner and grabbed her stationery box. She yanked out a sheet of paper, ripping it in the process. She snatched up another and let her pen fly across the page.
She’d show him.
* * *
A teeny, tiny nightie the same shade as your Harley. You remember the Harley, don’t you? Midnight-blue, so pretty it glowed. I used to dream you’d take me for a ride on that bike. In my dreams, I always thanked you by taking you for a ride in return. I could do that, in this little nightie....
BRODY READ THE letter for the fifth time, still not believing what it said. She was trying to kill him. That had to be it. Somehow, she knew this time he was floating in a submarine in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean with a crew of men.
He looked at the letter again and nodded. Yeah. She was getting revenge for something. Maybe she was pissed that he’d made her scream with pleasure, then hadn’t called the next morning. Girls were weird like that, even when the not-calling excuse was being shanghaied into the navy.
Brody realized he was grinning.
How far could he push her? How far was she willing to go?
He grabbed a piece of paper and pen.
Might as well find out.
* * *
“DID THE MAIL COME?” Genna asked as soon as she cleared the front door, her arms filled with grocery bags, her purse and the box of fliers the mayor wanted folded just so for distribution.
“It’s on the table.” Macy gave her a narrow-eyed look. “You’ve been awfully interested in the mail lately. Are you expecting something important?”
“Important? Nope, not at all.” Genna wet her lips, trying to be subtle as she edged toward the kitchen. “I’m just waiting for the latest Cosmo. I heard there are some great book recommendations in there.”
“Books. In Cosmo?” Macy shook her head and went back to sewing tiny roses on an array of tulle circles. “I can just imagine what kind of stories those are. Naughty, right?”
“Very naughty. Red-hot, in fact, I read one last month called Fearless. Very hot,” Genna said, spying the APO return and dropping her armload of stuff to grab it up. “And speaking of, I’m going to hop in the shower. Long day.”
She might have babbled a couple more things as she hurried for the bathroom, her only guaranteed privacy. She loved having Macy here, but it’d sure be nice when her friend was married and Genna had her house to herself again.
The door locked, she twisted the shower on with one hand while ripping the letter open with the other.
You’d look good in a nightie while I bent you over my Harley. But you’d look even better in nothing.
What’d you taste like? I wonder.
What do you think I taste like?
What would it feel like to find out?
Whew.
Genna caught her reflection in the mirror as she puffed out a breath. Her face was red. Not from embarrassment. Nope, that was the color of sexual need. Hot, vivid, intense.
Seeing no other option, she stripped naked, turned off the hot water and slid under the icy spray.
And imagined Brody as she searched for relief.
* * *
I’m craving ice cream. Something cold, rich, delicious. I’ll share it with you. But you have to eat it off my body. You can choose where to start. But to help you along, I’ll pour a little drizzle of caramel sauce here, just below my belly button. Want to lick it up?
BRODY GROANED—actually groaned aloud—reading those words.
He’d always been more of a chocolate than caramel kind of guy, but now he wanted it like nobody’s business.
He wanted Genna even more.
Grateful to be back in Coronado, in the relative privacy of the barracks instead of on a ship with a bunch of guys, he closed his eyes and visualized Genna as she’d been the last time he’d seen her. Then he imagined himself pouring caramel sauce over her body. Top down? Bottom up?
Aching hard, his body demanded the only solution possible. One he’d have to provide for himself, since no woman other than Genna would do.
He’d start in the middle.
* * *
I’d prefer a Popsicle to ice cream. Something long and hard I could watch you eat. You should run it over your lips first, so they are nice and wet and sweet when I kiss you. Then you can trace it around your nipples. The cold will make them rock-hard, like they’re begging me to warm them. I’ll do that while you move the Popsicle down to your thighs, leaving a sticky sweet trail for my lips to follow.
I think you’re going to need another Popsicle. We melted that one.
GENNA LAY IN HER BED, the dim glow from her bedside light pooling over the blankets, shining on the paper. She imagined Brody, looking like he had ten years ago, writing those words. Pictured his eyes glowing with a wicked light as he watched her pleasure herself. As he brought her pleasure with just his words and the look on his face.
Her fingers slipped under the hem of her nightie, trailing over her skin in the same path he’d suggested she trail the icy treat. Reading the words again, she edged her panties aside and let her fingers go to work.
Nothing cold here.
* * *
I hope you like cherry. Because that’s the only flavor Popsicles I like.
I’m all sticky now. I need a shower. You can watch, but you can’t join me yet. I’ve turned the water up so hot, the room is filling with steam. The shower nozzle is set to pulse. Fast, hard bursts against my skin, water droplets sliding down my aching flesh. I want you still. But you’re not allowed in the shower. So while you watch, I’m going to pleasure myself and pretend it’s you. I’ll take the showerhead off its hook and slide it down my body. The water СКАЧАТЬ