Page 55 of SEAL Summer Escape

All fantasies of claiming her beautiful body, of kissing her and pleasuring her would have to wait until later.

He opened the driver’s side door and climbed in, groaning as he adjusted his half-erect cock.

Taylor giggled and licked her lips mischievously.

“What?”he asked with a chuckle.It was nice to see her relaxed, if only for the moment.She’d been scared at Anchors and stressed out at the police station.Even to see her smile for a few minutes filled his chest with pride.He wanted her to know he’d take care of her.Protect her.Satisfy her in bed and be there for every other part of her life, too.

“I like that I can do that to you,” she said with a twinkle in her eye.“You always seem like you’re so in command and control—I liked that I could make you feel that way.”

“You liked making my cock so hard I could barely even walk?”he asked in a chocked voice.

“Mmm-hmm,” she said innocently.

Mason muttered under his breath.If they weren’t in the damn Virginia Beach PD parking lot, he’d be hauling her into his lap at this very moment.Tugging her jeans down, freeing his aching cock, and sinking into her silken walls.Thrusting up into her until she was panting and moaning and crying out his name.

He could barely keep it together as it was to drive her home.The way she’d licked her lips earlier made him imagine her mouth on him.

He wouldn’t last a minute with her lips wrapped around his shaft.

Taylor was sweet, to be sure, but that hint of spice was what did him in.Just when he thought he’d figured her out, she’d surprise him in some way.Stripping off her top in bed.Or licking her lips and declaring she loved making him hard.

Holy hell.

She blushed like a schoolgirl sometimes but had an inner vixen that he adored.

“Should we get going?”she asked with a knowing smile.

“Absolutely.”He started the engine and backed up, cursing as a car behind him honked.

He was off his game tonight.Totally distracted by the woman he was falling for.And since she still didn’t have her car back, he sure the hell didn’t need to be getting into an accident.

“What are you in the mood for?”he asked as he pulled out of the parking lot.“Pizza?Chinese?”

“I could go for some Mexican.I even picked up some beers at the store yesterday.”

“For me?”Mason asked, keeping his eyes on the road.

“For you.Bailey drove me to the store and knew right away who they were for.No surprise really that my best friend knows me so well.”

“Be still my heart,” Mason quipped.“You love Mexican, bought me some beer, and are the prettiest woman I’ve ever seen.You better be careful, sweetheart.”

“Why’s that?”she asked with a laugh.

His eyes heated as he looked over at her.“Because I might not want to let you go.”

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