Hot SEAL, Dirty Martini by Cat Johnson & Paradise Authors

Author:Cat Johnson & Paradise Authors [Johnson, Cat & Authors, Paradise]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Cat Johnson
Published: 2018-09-18T04:00:00+00:00

NINETEEN

Clay didn’t know how many miles he ran along the water. He was going to have to drive the distance in the truck and check the odometer to find out. All he knew was he ran until his muscles and his lungs burned before turning around and making the long trip back.

His legs felt like gelatin and he had to have sweated out a gallon of water. Perfect. That ensured he was good and exhausted and not even thinking about fucking by the time he came in the back door of the house from the beach.

He kicked off his sandy sneakers just inside the door and wiped the sweat from his face with the T-shirt he’d pulled over his head. He tossed that onto the floor next to the sneakers.

In the morning, he’d discover if the washer and dryer that came with this place worked or not.

Tonight he was too damn tired to do laundry. Rehydration and a shower were the only things on his agenda.

He was heading into the kitchen to handle the first item on his to-do list when he saw Tasha already inside and stopped dead in the doorway. She was in the same outfit as last night, standing and staring at the teakettle on the burner.

On the counter next to the stove were a cup and a box of tea.

Who drank hot tea in this weather? Also, when the hell had they gotten a teakettle? Or a travel mug. Or, for that matter, tea bags?

He’d better pay more attention to what she was buying when they were out shopping for house stuff. She was probably tossing all sorts of random shit into the cart that he ended up paying for.

All those thoughts fled as he took one more sweeping glance at her and his gaze stalled on the pajama bottoms. Then the only thought he could focus on was peeling them off and plunging inside her.

The tight little tank top that she obviously didn’t ever wear a bra with wasn’t helping the situation either.

“Where were you?” she asked, looking him up and down with as much scrutiny as he’d given her seconds ago.

He was drenched in sweat and he’d come in through the door that led to the beach. Where the hell did she think he’d been?

“I was out taking dance lessons.” He rolled his eyes. “Not that it’s any of your business, but I went for a run on the beach.”

She scowled but didn’t comment. Instead she started playing with the phone in her hand.

He decided it was now his turn to question her. “Don’t you own any other clothes to sleep in?” he asked.

She frowned. “Yes, but it’s hot in here and these are the coolest ones I brought with me.”

If it was so hot, she shouldn’t be drinking frigging hot tea. Keeping that comment to himself, he scowled and walked away from her, heading toward the fridge.

What more could he say? He really shouldn’t complain about what she wore. It wasn’t like she was in slinky lingerie.

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