Page 55 of Beautiful Killer

I turned to him, moved by his offer. “I can’t ask you to do that.”

“You didn’t,” he said.

I didn’t know what to say. That’s exactly what she needed. “You really are a good guy behind all those growls and fierce looks, aren’t you?” I said by way of a thank you.

He was quiet a few seconds. “I thought I was a badass Navy SEAL.”

I didn’t miss the humor in his voice and it did funny things to the center of my chest. “Are you making fun of me?”

“I wouldn’t dream of it.”

He most definitely was, and I loved it. I rolled into him and slid my hand down his abs. They tightened as I glided over them, then down farther. I curled my fingers around his hardening cock. “No, I don’t think you’d dare, not when the woman you’re not teasing is lying here contemplating the best ways to make you moan.”

“Is that right?”

“Mmmhmm,” I said.

“What’ve you come up with?”

His voice had dropped low. I shivered. I loved it when it did that. “Well, since you’re not making fun of me . . .”

“Never,” he said.

God, my face hurt from smiling so wide. “Which is good, because if you were, I would have been too snippy to do this.” I leaned in and pressed my lips against his, rolling onto him more, then I slid down his body, trailing more kisses as I went. I looked up at him when I reached his hips and smirked. “Prepare to moan, badass.”

I was rewarded with a chuckle.

Then I got my moan.