Her Daring Seal
Midnight Delta Book 5
Author: Caitlyn O'Leary
Genre: Military Romance
Release Date: May 10, 2016
A WOMAN WILLING TO RISK EVERYTHING
Rylie Jones is on a desperate quest to single-handedly take down a human trafficking ring. At last, she knows she’s close to accomplishing her goal when her younger siblings discover her secret double life, and all hell breaks loose.
Darius “Dare” Stanton has been trying to find Rylie since he had first met her six months ago. Worried she’s already claimed a piece of his heart, he’s now worried she’s in over her head. When he finally finds her, he’s going to make sure that Rylie is protected.
After one of Rylie’s younger brothers figures out a way to contact Dare’s Navy SEAL Team there’s only one option…Rylie and Dare will have to go undercover as lovers. Surrounded by spies and ruthless killers, they have to protect the captive women they find and manage to survive as their passion blazes out of control.
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“Here’s why you’re the absolute top of the pyramid. I don’t know how or why, but you’re mine. I know it’s too soon to talk about love, because it would scare both of us, and have you running to Oklahoma and me running to San Diego. But Rylie, I’m in deep, dark like with you, and give it two more days I think I’m going to be in deep, dark love with you, and if you run, I’m running after you. So you’re not allowed to have anything happen to you during this operation, have I made myself perfectly clear?”
He had watched as her eyes got wider and wider with every word he had said. “Dare, you can’t be.” She reached out to touch him, then grabbed her hands back.
“No! You touch me.” He pulled her hands to him and laid them on his chest. “Always, Rylie, I’ll always want you touching me.”
“You can’t, you don’t really know me.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” He hauled her against him and tilted her chin so their eyes were inches away from one another, their breath mingling. “Rylie Jones is the bravest woman I have ever met, and I’ve met some brave fucking women. She has a heart as big as Oklahoma and Texas combined. She kisses like a fucking dream, and she would, and has, done more for people in her short life, than most saints have done.”
“That’s what I mean, you don’t see the real me. I’m the lactose intolerant, grumpy in the morning, no-make-up, computer nerd.”
“That makes you more you. But there is one bad thing.”
“You’re leaving me hanging here.”
“Dare, you’ve got to know how I’m feeling. I’ve been wearing my heart on my sleeve every time we’ve been behind closed doors. You’re my hero.”
“Not the same thing, honey.”
Rylie twined an arm around his neck, her fingers threading through his short cropped hair, making him shiver.
“Okay, then let me tell it to you this way. If I thought t we had a chance in hell at working, I would tell you I could fall in love with you too. But we don’t Dare. Let’s be honest here, okay? You have your bigger than life, life. You’re a SEAL in California. When all this is over, and I get out alive, I’m going back to my overworked, hectic life no one in their right mind would want to have anything to do with. And it’s not just my life. I keep telling you, you’ve gotten the wrong idea about me,” she insisted.
“You’re wrong, and we’re going to put that kind of thinking to a stop.” His mouth crashed down on hers, strong and soft, taking and giving. Her nails bit into his scalp, and he wanted to howl in pleasure. He unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it out of her skirt. When he tried to pull her blouse and jacket down off her arms, she just tightened her hold on his neck.
“I want you naked.”
“Huh?” She looked up at him with passion glazed eyes.
“Let go, honey. We’re getting undressed.” Rylie’s gaze sharpened.
“I’ll finally get to see you naked?” She grinned and pulled off her shirt and coat. There she was in a peach camisole, and he couldn’t think.
“You promised me naked.” He found the hook on her skirt and then slid down the zipper.
“I know I promised you naked, Rylie. But I think you’re wearing thigh highs. Can you please keep those on for me?” He’d be lucky not to die of a heart attack right now.
“That’s not what I mean, I want to see you naked.”
He looked down at her, and she was now wearing nothing but a peach camisole and sheer stockings and he was struggling to breathe. “What?” he asked.
“God dammit, Dare, take off your fucking clothes!” He shouted with laughter, which made her scowl bigger.
“Oh shit, you’re serious.”
“Damn right I am. Strip SEAL boy.” Darius pulled the tie over his head, and unbuttoned his shirt and felt his head swell at her look of eagerness when she eyed his chest. “Now the slacks.” He shed his pants and briefs and stood in front of her naked.
“I think you’re as into this as I am.” She smirked. He grasped his erect cock and stroked it while looking at her resting on the bed.
“Take off the camisole, Rylie. But do it slowly.” She gave him a sultry smile and did as he asked. Darius swore every drop of blood in his body tried to rush to his dick. No woman ever looked more beautiful. He stepped forward and rested a knee on the bed. She reached for him, but he grabbed her hand and laced their fingers.
“But I want to touch you.”
“Another time. Sometime when I won’t go off like a roman candle.” Which might be never. Darius settled them onto the bed so they were nose to nose. Her hand trembled in his.
“Don’t make me wait. Don’t tease.” He pulled out the condom he’d placed under the pillow while she’d been talking to Liu and showed it to her. She grinned and tried to grab it.
“Let me put it on you,” she asked.
“You are not touching my Johnson, woman. We’ve discussed this.”
“For this to work, your Johnson is going to eventually have to touch my Jones.” He snickered, and she bit his jaw. He kissed her, her satin lips and soft sighs working magic on his soul. Soon both of his hands were skimming down her torso, lingering at those places that brought more music, until he found the curls he sought. It was too much, he had dreamed too long. In one move, he was exactly where he wanted, his head between her thighs, her legs resting on his shoulders.
“Please don’t. This doesn’t work for me.” He smiled as her mind and past lost a fight with her body. Because she was certainly enjoying this every bit as much as he was. She thrust against his lips and tongue as he reveled in pleasuring her, loving her wet welcome. Rylie didn’t say anything more, but as if he could hear her thoughts, she continued to struggle with a reforming reality. Finally…
“It’s good, but only because it’s you, Dare.” Her heels dug into his shoulders, and he thrust fingers into her tight sheath as he applied the subtlest bite imaginable to her clit, and she wailed.
Darius surged upwards, found the condom, and covered himself. He prayed they would fit together; he didn’t want to hurt her.
“Rylie, are you with me?”
He carefully probed with his flesh, and she thrust upward in one hard surge. She clapped her hand over her mouth, and her eyes flashed wide.
“God dammit, Rylie,” he gritted out. He started to pull backwards, but she clutched him with her arms and legs.
“Don’t leave me. Don’t, Dare. Show me how good this can be.”
He closed his eyes, savoring the feel of her. How good this can be? It was perfection. Now to show her. He pulled out just a little, and pushed back in, making sure to rasp against the knot of nerves at the apex of her sex. She hissed a breath.
He did it again. He watched as her eyes fluttered shut, and he trailed kisses along her jaw, down her collarbone, to her breast, and found her delectably hard nipple. Again and again, he continued with a rhythm that had her breath sawing in and out.
“Faster.” He smiled as he licked, and started to make love to his Rylie even faster.
“Harder.” She panted.
“In a minute.” She was new to this. Her fingers yanked at his short hair.
“Now, I need more now.” So did he. Need was raking his body with shudders, and electricity was curling at the base of his spine, begging for release.
“You’re beautiful. I’ve never had a more responsive or passionate lover.”
He felt her melt and relax, and he plunged deeper than before. Fuck Yeah!
“You’re everything I could think to want,” she whispered.
And that was all it took, they both went over the crest that belonged only to true lovers. Primal and raw, and safely locked in one another’s arms.
Caitlyn O'Leary is an avid reader, and considers herself a fan first and an author second. She reads a wide variety of genres, but finds herself going back to happily-ever-afters. Getting a chance to write, after years in corporate America is a dream come true. She hopes that her stories provide the kind of entertainment and escape that she has found from some of her favorite authors.