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Ready for more from Elle Kennedy? Turn the page for a brief excerpt from As Hot As It Gets, part of the Out Of Uniform series…
As Hot As It Gets
Sea, air, land, the bedroom…this SEAL is always in command.
After watching his teammates settle down one by one, Navy SEAL Jackson Ramsey is ready to say goodbye to the single life. He’s even met a woman who intrigues him, challenges him, and turns him right on—Mia Weldrick, the funny and beautiful gardener he can’t wait to get to know better.
Except Mia isn’t interested in dating him, which means it’s time for Jackson to unleash his Texas charm and do some serious wooing.
With a teenage brother to raise, two jobs, and, frankly, a complete disinterest in sex, Mia has no room in her busy life for a six-foot-five SEAL with a naughty streak a mile wide. But one hot kiss from Jackson has her imagining all the dirty ways she could fit him in.
It isn’t long before their nostring fling transforms into something more. As desire unearths emotions and deeply buried secrets, Mia has to decide whether to give love a chance to grow, or let it slip it away.
Warning: This Southern gentleman is wickedly ungentlemanly in the bedroom. He likes it rough and kinky, and he’s not afraid to make his sexual demands known. Anal, spanking, voyeurism, and other surprises await you in this last and dirtiest Out of Uniform installment.
“Yup. I want to go out with you again. You’re being difficult. So here’s what I propose.”
“Gee, I can’t wait to hear this.”
He ignored the sarcasm and swept his tongue over his bottom lip, an act so sexy she shivered.
“I’m goin’ to kiss you.”
Her breath hitched. “What?”
“I’m goin’ to kiss you,” he repeated. “And if you like it, then you have to agree to see me again.”
Damned if her heart didn’t start pounding. The heat in his whiskey-colored eyes seared right through her clothing and sizzled her flesh, making her feel hot and dizzy.
“You’re nuts,” she stammered.
“Maybe, but that’s the deal, sugar. You claim that nothin’ gets you goin’, not even a kiss. You also said you had a good time tonight, did you not?”
“I did, but—”
“The reason you don’t want to pursue this is because you think I’ll never be able to turn you on—”
She felt herself blush. “That’s not what I—”
“—so it stands to reason that if I can prove to you I’ve got the moves, you’ll have no choice but to give this a shot.”
Mia’s mouth closed. His reasoning was certifiably wacky, but she couldn’t seem to argue with it.
“Do we have a deal?” he prompted, shooting her an adorably crooked smile.
It was sheer curiosity that had her nodding.
“Good. Then here goes—prepare to have your world rocked.”
The laugh that flew out was cut short by the feel of Jackson’s mouth on her neck.
Her neck?
Surprise jolted through her at the same time a flurry of shivers danced across her skin. His lips were warm against the side of her neck, his dark hair tickling her chin as he bent his head to latch his mouth on to her bare flesh.
“Um…is this what you…consider a kiss?” she murmured between shivers.
“Quit distracting me. I’m busy,” came his muffled voice.
Mia’s neck was on fire as he trailed soft kisses along its column. The rasp of his stubble scraped her flesh, leaving tiny pricks of pleasure in its wake.
“You smell so dang sweet, Mia.” His breath tickled her ear.
Jesus. What was he doing to her? She could barely stay upright, and he hadn’t even kissed her mouth yet.
With a soft rumble of approval, he buried his face in the crook of her neck, then kissed his way up to her ear and enclosed the delicate lobe with his lips.
Mia shuddered, stunned by the shockwaves that surged through her. Her knees wobbled as he sucked gently on her earlobe, hands trembling so bad she had to rest them against his chest to steady herself. And oh boy, touching him was a bad idea. His chest was rock solid beneath her fingers, his muscles so defined they may as well have been carved out of stone.
Chuckling, Jackson slid his hands down to her waist, and the next thing she knew, she was being led backward to the shadowy strip of gravel between the two trucks. Still grasping her waist, he backed her up against the side of her pickup, then moved one hand to her face, his thumb sweeping over her cheek.
“Close your eyes,” he said gruffly.