Page 65 of Under His Command

She made him happy. And knowing Flynn, as a badass SEAL who had seen enough violence and misery for a lifetime, as a reward for his service and sacrifice, he deserved every drop of joy he could squeeze out of life. Cassie was determined to make that happen. In fact, she’d made it her personal mission.

So far, she was doing a commendable job. She could tell, not only from his uninhibited laughter but from the relaxed weight of his body against hers, and the gleam in his amazing blue-gray eyes.

“Happy?” he asked, making her grin.

“I was just wondering the same about you.”

He gathered her closer, arms flexing to hold her plastered to him from chest to knees. “You never have to wonder about that. With you in my arms, your curves pressed to mine, a contented smile on your kissable lips after you surrendered so beautifully to me and eagerly took whatever I wanted to give you, I’ve found more than happiness, Cassie. You’re my heaven on earth.”

“Oh, Flynn,” she whispered, batting her lashes, trying to hold back the flood of tears, “you’re the sweetest thing ever.” She raised her face for his kiss. “But if you make me cry, I’m going to look like a racoon, I forgot to wear waterproof mascara.”

“Go ahead and cry. Tracks of tears on your cheeks will help my reputation, especially if you’re gonna call me the sweetest thing ever with the windows wide open.”

She giggled, and Flynn grinned.

Cassie lifted her hand and laid it on his beard-scruffy jaw, her heart aching she loved him so. He bent his head and took her mouth in a tender kiss, neither giving a damn who saw them acting more like infatuated newlyweds than big bad dom and mastered submissive.