Never Always: A Enemies to Lovers Navy SEAL Romance by Rachel Robinson

Author:Rachel Robinson [Robinson, Rachel]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: SMITH
Published: 2019-12-03T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

Tennyson

THERE ALWAYS IS a defining moment in life. If you choose a person or make some kind of commitment, your life will set off in one direction. Once you make a decision, you can’t look back, or wonder what might have been if you’d selected a different option or person. That’s not your life. It could have been your life, but now it’s simply a possible destination haunting your future—a paralyzing what-if. This night, with Grange, is a defining moment for me. It’s my choice. He is my choice.

It’s easy to recognize the signs of falling for someone if you’re looking for them. Distractibility. Heart racing at the sight of them. The desire to protect. The need to know everything about them so you know what makes them tick. The ability to put up with their bad side and recognize maybe it’s not bad as much as it is an endearing personality trait. I’m an intellectual woman, so even though I’ve never been in love before, I know whatever is happening between us is more than your average crush. It feels predetermined. Something neither of us have any control over. Merely thinking that makes me crazy because it’s illogical. I can’t statistically prove it. I just feel it.

Grange sets my bag down on the bed and then crouches in front of his nightstand, rustling through a drawer. “I’m not going to give you time to overthink this. Like you probably are right now.”

Yep. Box the rest of the night, Tennyson. We’re entering a new stage. One that I’m out of my element in, but can’t wait for none the less.

Ambling forward, I sit on the end of his king-size bed. There’s a blue comforter pulled up to the pillows, and it smells like it’s been freshly laundered. “Okay,” I mumble, resisting the urge to mess with my ear. “Not sure what that means.” I kick off my boots because it feels like that’s what needs to happen next.

He tosses three condoms onto the bed next to me. “I’ll be specific.” Grange rounds the bed to face me. Three condoms, I think, adrenaline hitting. I scoot back and he spreads my knees with his legs. “From the second I saw you come, I’ve dreamed about doing it again, about watching your face when my cock is buried inside you.” His hands rest lightly on my shoulders and my breathing is so heavy they’re rising up and down with each inhale and exhale. The massive presence of his body overtakes my senses and containing my inherent response is impossible.

Reaching out to grab his waist, my gaze captures his. “I want that.”

“Deal,” he growls, lifting his shirt over his head using the back collar. When his chest is exposed and his rippling abs are directly in my face, I lean forward, an automatic response and press my lips against his warm skin. He smells so good as I inhale deeply. His body bends in, eager for my touch. “Lay down,” Grange commands. “Let’s get you out of those uncomfortable clothes.

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