At Her SEAL's Command (SEALs of Roseville, Book One) Read Online Free

made her scream with pleasure.
    And maybe afterward, he’d eat his dinner off of her beautiful body. Reya’s hazelnut skin would make a divine plate.
    “Let me get you a refill,” she said, swiping his glass from the counter. “And you go have a seat.”
    Glass in her left hand, she shooed him toward the small table with her right. Dinnerware and napkins flanked two plates sitting across from each other.
    Dylan couldn't help but track Reya's movements as she flitted around the kitchen. After bringing him a fresh glass of water, she ladled two bowls of paella, humming the whole time.
    Heaven help him, but every one of her movements seemed sexual and designed to entice him. She'd always been graceful, but somehow this was more than usual and his cock stood up and took notice.
    His stomach growled as she approached. Her smile grew and for some reason, he felt pleased with himself. And eager to make her smile again.
    A lock of her dark wavy hair fell down in front of her face as she sat the bowl in front of him. The inky strands reminded him of a ribbon and made him wonder what it’d look like wrapped in his fists. Had she always been so magnetic?
    “What?” she asked, almost shyly.
    “Nothing. It's just nice to see you. All grown up.”
    Dammit, he shouldn't have said that. He shouldn't be thinking about how grown up she was. How she filled out that tank top in all the right places. He kept his eyes from straying, but he'd already memorized every one of Reya’s curves. She had more than her share in the voluptuous department.
    “It's good to see you too. But you saw me at Mabel's funeral.”
    Three years ago and yet it seemed like yesterday. He bit back a groan, trying not to think of that day. Normally sweet and spicy, that day, she'd been utterly sweet. Dressed in soft layers, she’d looked so beautifully feminine that he'd ached for her.
    He’d felt guilty for thinking of her at a time when he should have been mourning the loss of his grandmother. As if sensing the chaos inside of him, she'd reached for his hand as the service began and held it all the way through. That day, in that moment, she'd been completely and utterly submissive. Totally supportive, which had humbled him.
    She'd shown him a different side of herself, one he'd always known lurked beneath her mouthy exterior. Admittedly, he'd found it harder than usual to keep from thinking of her, dreaming of her, after he’d left.
    But that kiss...
    That kiss had changed everything.
    “Right,” he said, to fill the silence. He felt like he’d seen her for the first time at Mabel’s funeral.
    “Hope you like this. It’s an old family recipe from the mother of one of my coworkers.”
    “If it tastes half as good as it smells, I’m in for a treat.”
    “Good.” She settled into her chair and laid her napkin in her lap. How did she make such a normal action look so prim and proper? But everything from the tilt of her head, the steel in her spine to the movement of her hands combined to turn him on.
    “Thanks for this,” he said, nodding toward the food. “TV dinners were getting old.”
    “No problem. I love to cook. I don’t normally because…what fun is it to cook for one, right?”
    She ate with gusto and he loved that. In fact, he realized a few seconds later, he simply loved to watch her eat. He couldn’t tear his gaze from her lips and she caught him staring.
    He jerked his gaze away and picked up his fork.
    Get ahold of yourself, Harper. She’s just a woman.
    But that was such a lie. She’d never been ‘just a woman.’ She’d always been Teo’s sister. Dylan’s friend. And now… his roommate.
    The first bite delighted his taste buds as flavors exploded across his tongue. He was reasonably sure food had never tasted this good. Spicy and complex, with just the right amount of tang.
    He moaned.
    “Good?” she asked.
    “Mmm huh. Marry me now.”
    “Deal,” she said with a grin. “As long as you promise to take out the