Any Day Now Read online Lani Lynn Vale (SWAT Generation 2.0 #8)

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Romance Tags Authors: Series: SWAT Generation 2.0 Series by Lani Lynn Vale
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Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 68481 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 342(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
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She shrugged. “I couldn’t get the jar open.”

I grinned and twisted the lid off, then pulled out a dill pickle for her.

She took it, crunched down her teeth on it, and moaned.

“God, I love pickles.”

I loved watching her eat pickles.

My God.

To find a woman eating a goddamn pickle sexy was downright absurd.

Yet… I was doing it.

Watching her with a sense of longing, I reached into the jar for another pickle and handed it to her.

She took it, bit into it, then moaned.

That moan went straight to my cock.

Her eyes gleamed with laughter at my reaction.

“I really, really like pickles,” she amended her earlier statement.

I took the jar of pickles to the bedroom with me, placing them on the nightstand.

She followed, carrying my gun.

My brows rose when she handed it to me, butt first.

“You shouldn’t leave that lying around,” she murmured softly. “I mean, what if a bad guy gets in here while we’re doing it?”

“We’re ‘doing’ it?” I grinned wickedly.

She shrugged. “What else would you call it?”

“Fucking?” I suggested. “It sounds less child-like.”

She licked her lips again, then tore the t-shirt off over her head.

I looked at her breasts that were encased in a black lace bra and felt every single ounce of my control leave the building.

Almost on instinct, I reached forward and tugged one of those lacy cups down, exposing the most beautiful breast I’d ever seen.

“My God,” I groaned before leaning in and licking the peak.

She hissed, her hands clenching on my ears as she tugged me roughly closer.

“Oh, shit,” she breathed. “Shit, shit, shit.”

I grinned, loving the sound of her losing control, and sucked that tiny little peak into my mouth.

Her groan of elation egged me on, swirling and licking and biting that peak until she was practically in a puddle at my feet.

I pulled back, my eyes going to hers.

“Your nipples are sensitive?” I asked.

I mean, it was obvious, but I had to tease her.

“I…” She blew out a breath. “I had no idea.”

I really, really liked the sound of that.

Moving slightly, I pulled down the other bra cup, exposing her.

And nearly had a heart attack.

I swallowed hard.

“Your nipple is pierced.”

She snickered. “Yeah. Remember? I did and do things to piss off my family?”

I traced the ring with my pinky finger, then gave it a gentle tug.

She practically jumped into my arms in order to get closer to me.

I pulled back instead, placing my hand on her abdomen and pushing her away.

“Get naked,” I ordered.

She licked her lips, biting down lightly on the edge of her bottom one, and started to remove her jeans.

I did the same, taking off my belt first, then replacing my gun into the holster before hanging it up on the post of the bed like I always did.

She watched in fascination as I took off my gear, starting with my collared black shirt, tactical pants, and my boots. I refused to look at her body, knowing that if I did, I’d get distracted.

When I was standing there in underwear and my Kevlar vest, she bit her lip and started to help me take it off.

Now that she was so close, I couldn’t stop myself from looking down at her. Watching her breasts sway with the movement of her loosening the Velcro straps, as if she’d done this a thousand times before.

But, since I didn’t want to stop what I was doing, I didn’t ask her how she knew what to do. Or why she was worried about my gun being out in the living room while we were in here.

Or why she knew that I’d be bothered by it staying.

Instead, I buried my head in the sand and stayed perfectly still as she disrobed me.

At least until she got to the underwear, anyway.

She halted as she stared at my throbbing cock through the thin, silky material of my boxers.

My cock was so hard that it was tenting the material crudely, almost tauntingly.

“You’re big,” she said.

That’s when I allowed myself to take in the rest of her body.

Her skin was silky smooth from the top of her black hair to the tips of her gold glitter painted toenails.

Her breasts were perky, a perfect handful, and practically calling out my name.

And that nipple ring? It was a silver hoop about the size of a dime. Pierced through her nipple, and taunting me with each wink of the light above our heads.

And she had abs.

I’d never met a girl with abs.

I wanted to know how the fuck she got those abs, but at the same time I wanted to lick those abs, press my face against them, and move farther down to her pussy.

She groaned and stood back. “Don’t look at me.”

My brows rose. “You don’t want me to look at you?”

She shook her head. “I want you to take those fucking boxers off.”



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