Page 41 of Operation K-9 Brothers
She was playful in the bedroom, and he liked that.“While you’re thinking, I’ll just do this.”He put an arm around her back and flipped them, snatching the bra off as they rolled.
“Where did it go?”she said, peering down at herself.
“Away.”
“Sneaky,” she said, grinning at him.“They teach you sneak techniques in SEAL school?”
“Baby, I learned how to steal bras as a young whippersnapper.”That got him a laugh.“What?You don’t believe me?”
“Oh, I do.I’m just visualizing you as a”—she made air quotes—“young whippersnapper going around and stealing bras off clotheslines.”
“That’s not what I meant, and you know it.”Damn, he really liked this girl.
“What else did you learn while whippersnapping?”
“The answer to that is best shown.”
“Then show me what you got, sailor.”
“Yes, ma’am.”He skimmed his fingers up her stomach to her breasts.“So beautiful.”
The navy had taught him discipline and control, and it was going to take every ounce of those teachings to not embarrass himself because every sexy inch of her had him teetering on the edge.No woman had ever gotten to him the way this one did, and that had him thinking of possibilities.
Who was this man thinking of aforever, a word so foreign to him that he should be breaking out in a cold sweat?Instead, as crazy as it sounded in his head, he was all in.
Was she?
