Free Hot SEAL by Lynn Raye Harris Page B

the slit when she walked nearly had him drooling.
    She wasn’t tall, but he knew those legs would wrap around his waist just right. He really shouldn’t be thinking those thoughts, shouldn’t be prodding her and asking her if she was as wet as he was hard, because there was no time for this kind of thing right now.  
    He couldn’t seem to help himself though. Whenever she gave him an opening, whenever she seemed flustered at his nearness or he heard that little hitch in her breath when his fingers skimmed her bare arm, he couldn’t seem to stop.  
    He’d told her he wasn’t concerned about hurting his career because this thing between them was different. But the truth was he knew it wasn’t a good idea to lust after his mission partner even if she was his ex-wife. No commanding officer in the history of the world was going to be thrilled with a soldier or sailor who couldn’t keep his dick in his pants during a critical operation.
    Dane’s phone buzzed in his pocket. It was Matt.

    Slight detour. Swing by the marina on your way back. Three of our suspects there with a boat. Getting ready to go out. Flash & KR can’t get close enough. Maybe you can.  

    Dane texted a one word reply: Copy . “Let’s take a walk down to the marina,” he said to Ivy.
    She turned her head. “Now? It’s midnight, Dane.”
    He reached for her hand and glanced around at the street. There were people out, drinking, carousing, and having a good time. It was definitely a tourist town.
    “I know, babe. But you know how much I like boats.”
    She looked at him for a long minute. And then she nodded. “Okay.”
    “You gonna be all right in those shoes?” he asked as they walked.
    “It’s not that far.”
    “You let me know if it gets to be too much. I’ll give you a piggyback ride.”
    She snorted. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
    They headed down an alley and cut over to another street along the waterfront. There were several marinas on Emerald Key, but this one was run by one of their suspects. Omar Baz was a citizen now, but his parents had emigrated from Afghanistan when he was ten. He had suspected ties to radical groups, though he’d never done anything illegal. He had, however, made several trips to the Middle East—specifically Qu’rim and Acamar—over the past few years. That wasn’t a crime, and yet it was somewhat suspicious considering his business didn’t take him there.
    Dane led Ivy down the plank dock and toward the shuttered restaurant on the water. The sound of laughter came from a boat parked in a slip where a group partied hard. Not the boat Flash was talking about, probably.
    “What are we looking for?”
    “Nothing special.”
    “Dane.” She was frowning at him like he was a kid caught in a lie.
    He pulled her in close and put his arms around her. She stiffened for a moment, and then she went soft in his arms as he lowered his head and nuzzled her ear.  
    “Boat,” he said, breathing her in. “Getting ready to go out.”
    She lifted a hand to his cheek, and a lightning bolt of need shot to his groin.
    “Okay.”
    The sound of voices came across the water and hit their ears. It wasn’t the laughing people this time. The language was foreign. He couldn’t tell what it was though.
    “It’s not Spanish,” Ivy said as if she’d read his mind.
    “Come on.”
    She went with him down the dock, toward the sound. They moved slowly, feeling their way along based on the tone of the voices. A change would mean they’d been seen or heard. But the men kept talking like nothing had interrupted their conversation.
    Dane led Ivy to the railing of the restaurant. The deck was higher here and looked down on another part of the marina. A light shone along one narrow arm of docking. Three men stood together, smoking and gesturing toward a boat.  
    “Can you see the name of the boat?” Ivy asked.
    “Too dark.”  
    “Then we need to get down there.”
    He grabbed her hand as she turned and started to