One Hot SEAL by Anne Marsh

Author:Anne Marsh
Language: eng
Format: azw3, mobi, epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

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Insulting her ride out of the woods probably wasn’t Deelie’s wisest move. A prudent carless person would shut up and smile sweetly now. Maybe toss in a little admiration for his buff forearms and incredible patience as she sifted through what was left of her car (not much). Unfortunately, she’d always lived dangerously, so keeping her mouth shut wasn’t happening.

“I’m laughing at your dance moves,” she said. “There’s a difference.”

“That’s even less nice.” He shifted closer, which shouldn’t have been possible. His jeans rubbed against her bare legs. She should have worn more clothes. Or fewer. Yeah. Fewer. Getting naked sounded like her best idea ever.

She tilted her head back. Luke being nice and supportive was kind of strange and had to come with strings attached, but the sexy pressure against her legs—and higher, oh yeah—that was familiar territory. She loved the closeness, the way it felt like her body melted into his and her only anchor to reality was eight inches of hot, hard penis. He nipped her mouth with his.

“No woolgathering,” he said. “You’ll give me a complex.”

“Are we still working on the date portion of today, or have we moved on to the next item on the agenda?” Her car was a total loss, but her sex life didn’t have to be.

His eyes darkened. “Hot monkey sex?”

“Only if you promise to be really good.” She could feel her mouth curving up into a smile. She seemed to do a lot of smiling around Luke. “Or really, really bad. I’m flexible.”

“God, I hope so,” he groaned.

He scooped her up, opened the door, and dropped her onto the seat. While she gaped—because, darn it, hands-off hadn’t been what she’d been going for—he moved rapidly around the truck. Sex was so much better than worrying about her lack of a car. Or her lack of a paycheck, home, or meaningful personal life. Luke Dawson should be good for at least an hour of hot, sweaty, toe-curling oblivion.

Except that he slid behind the wheel, and instead of dragging her onto his lap and finishing their kiss, he turned the key in the ignition and backed the truck out of the clearing. Maybe he needed a map. Or directions.

She turned and looked at him. “You do understand how sex works, right?”

He grinned but kept his eyes on the road. “We can play show and tell in about ten minutes.”

Oh. She thought about that for a moment. “Change in venue?”

“You really want to do it in the front seat of my truck in a burned-out patch of woods?”

“I’m not romantic.” She shrugged. “I’m not holding out for an overwater bungalow in Bora Bora. Plus your truck has a bed. There’s more room there than here.”

She patted the seat beside her.

“I’m suddenly understanding your reputation,” he said, and a pang of hurt shot through her. If he’d been hoping for a vestal virgin, he had the wrong woman in his truck. She’d be lots more fun though.

“The guys on the team said you run through men like crazy.

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