Page 66 of Hot SEAL, Under Pressure

Then it was over. Her responsibilities for the day fulfilled. Work was done. Time to play.

She turned to him and waited for him to say something.

His eyes tracked the cast and crew moving towards the parked vehicles. “You, uh, came in the van?”

“Mm, hm.”

“I can give you a ride… if you want me too.”

“Yes, please.” She wanted him to do much more than give her a ride in his Jeep.

He’d barely slammed the door of the vehicle when she jumped him. All it took was one look. His eyes meeting hers, the need clear in his gaze.

She wanted sex. Judging by that look so did he.

Her lips crashed against his and he parried by grabbing her ass in both palms and dragging her into his lap.

The steering wheel was in the way. She hit the horn by accident and the loud beep had him pulling back from her mouth.

His eyes were heavily lidded and his breathing rapid as he said, “I’m not supposed to bring any females into the bachelor barracks.”

That was not a problem in her eyes. She didn’t want to think he had women in his room on base anyway. “I’m staying at the Navy Gateway Inn.”

His lips bowed into a smile. “Let’s go.”

They tumbled into her room the minute she got the door open, tearing clothes off as they went. She pulled off some of her own, then reached to tug off some of his.

She was sandy and worried she stank from the cold sweat of fear and nerves.

He didn’t seem to care as he tossed her onto the bed and pulled off the last of her garments.

Her sports bra and underwear hit the carpet along with the T-shirt, tactical pants and boots the show had provided.

Then his underwear hit the floor. She’d seen him without a shirt during the swim and had managed to not make a fool of herself over his amazing body then. But Stefan completely bare and in front of her was enough to wipe her mind of all else except for him and what they could do together. What they were about to do together.

He crawled onto the bed and laid on his side next to her. His gaze locked onto hers as his roughened palm slid down her body before he glanced around the room, including up at the ceiling. “There aren’t cameras in here, are there?”

She hadn’t thought of that, but she wouldn’t put it past Joanne. “Not that I know of. Want me to check?”

He shook his head, sweeping his gaze down the length of her bare body before he brought it back up.

On a groan, he moved over her and said, “I’m starting not to care.”

As she felt the weight of his body on top of hers and the hard length between her legs, she had to agree.

ChapterTwenty-Six

He was a morning guy. When other guys moaned and groaned when the alarm went off, Stefan would already be up and out of bed.

But this morning he had no desire to leave this particular bed. And that was solely because Shelly was in it next to him. Soft, warm, and naked.

He needed to get back to the barracks. Shower. Change clothes and get to the shooting range for that day’s challenge. Who knew how much training Shelly would need for this one.

But since he’d woken at the crack of dawn, there was time. He didn’t have to go just yet.

And it would be a shame to waste such an eager morning woody.

With a groan he nestled up behind the curve of Shelly’s ass as she lay on her side facing away from him. That put his hard length comfortably at the apex of her thighs. Right where he wanted it to be.

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