Free SEAL's Embrace by Elle James Page B

Swirling her finger around and around, she felt tension build and swell until her body stiffened and she threw back her head.
    Warm water pelted her face as she came to her own touch, dreaming of a particular SEAL’s hands and mouth on her body.
    Shaking with her release and yet still dissatisfied, Erin realized what could have made her orgasm more complete. Being held in strong arms, the SEAL’s thick, hard erection sliding inside her, filling her like no cold, lonely vibrator could. Erin turned the shower setting to cold, dowsed her skin and raging body with icy water to chill her desire.
    What good was dreaming about such things? The man resided in a hospital, recuperating from a spinal injury. Making love wasn’t an option.
    Unless she was on top .
    The thought slipped into her mind and she banished it immediately. That was ridiculous. She couldn’t go to a patient’s bed, climb into it and make love to him in the hospital. That would go against all the rules and might put the patient at risk of reinjuring him.
    Stop it! Stop thinking about Caesar .
    Erin buried her face in a towel and rubbed at her skin. No amount of scrubbing or chastising herself would wipe the man from her mind. Nothing would, now that she’d made love to him. The best she could do was hit the road and run him out of her system.
    She dug into her backpack, found a PT shirt, shorts and her tennis shoes. In minutes, she was outside of the lodging and running in the damp, cool German air.
    Caesar followed, never far from her mind. She ran faster. Every breath she took included an image of Caesar smiling at her with the confidence of a charmer. His entire countenance was one of a man who’d already won the battle and waited to claim his prize.
    Damn the man . Erin ran faster.
    She found herself on the road leading toward the front gate. A huge crowd gathered outside, shouting and chanting, holding up signs written mostly in German, some in English.
    Death to a Murderer!
    Unwilling to get too close to the angry mob, Erin turned and ran the opposite direction. The angry tone of the shouting and chanting drove her back to the safety of the hospital walls.
    By the time she entered, she was hungry and thirsty. She risked hitting the cafeteria, half-afraid, half-excited about the possibility that Caesar would still be there.
    A sigh of relief mixed with disappointment. His was not one of the faces in the crowd. She quickly drank a glass of juice, forced herself to eat a bowl of oatmeal and then went in search of information about the next flight to Bagram. She needed to get back to work and away from temptation.
    After making the arrangements to be on a flight out that left the next afternoon, she headed back to her room. The night on duty, a run that had taken the steam out of her, and the added stress of her forbidden desire for one hot Navy SEAL all wore on her energy level. She’d sleep it off and when she woke, she’d have a fresh perspective and perhaps she’d get her head on straight.
    A quick shower, sans the masturbation this time, a brisk towel across her skin and Erin was ready for bed. She slipped a T-shirt over her head and crawled between the sheets, pulling them up to her chin in the cool air.
    Yeah, warm arms would feel great about now.
    No. She had to stop thinking that way. She didn’t need a man in her life. She was an independent woman who could take care of herself and her own needs.
    As she slipped into sleep, she was betrayed by her dreams, settling her in the arms of a tattooed, Navy SEAL with brown-black hair and eyes so dark they appeared to be mirrors of his soul.
    “Caesar, why are you here?” she asked the SEAL.
    He kissed her, his lips trailing across her chin and down the length of her throat. “Because you asked me to come.”
    “But it’s wrong.” As wrong as it was, she didn’t push him away. The sheet fell away and she was naked before him.
    “How could it be wrong?” He teased a turgid nipple with the tip