Free Seduced by the Storm by Sydney Croft

handle. "Shit. My clothes."
    "You
left them outside. Was your room key in them?"
    "Yeah."
He stared at the door for a second. "But I left it unlocked." Sure
enough, the door swung open.
    "That’s
not very safe," she commented, as they stepped inside the room that was
smaller than most water closets. It contained bunk beds she doubted Wyatt could
sleep in without bending his legs, lockers and a desk sized to accommodate a
laptop computer and nothing more. A narrow walkway down the center was just
large enough to fit the two of them.
    As
long as they were touching.
    Wyatt
turned into her and settled his hands on her hips—which she promptly removed.
"You may think you’re irresistible," she said smartly, "but
you’re not. And now that I’ve done my duty and escorted you to your room, I’m
going to set about my business."
    "But
I still need help out of this suit," he said, his green eyes going all big
and innocent and, bugger all, irresistible.
    Unbidden,
her gaze dropped to the exposed skin of his chest, the sculpted muscles beneath
the damp hair plastered there. The suit stretched like a second skin over the
rest of his body, doing nothing to hide his lean, powerful frame. He was built
for both battle and sex; in ancient times he’d have been a warrior who won the
day and then won a female over in bed.
    The
thought made her ridiculously hot. The idea of him coming to her after war and
then coming inside her…She had to get away from him.
    "You
can get your own self out of the suit." She fumbled for the door handle
behind her, only to find it locked. When had he done that? And why couldn’t she
unlock it? "The lock seems to be jammed."
    His
dark eyebrows climbed up his forehead. "Really? Weird." He reached
around her, the close quarters forcing their bodies together, his weight
trapping her against the door. "You’re right," he said in her ear.
"It’s stuck. Happens sometimes. I keep meaning to shoot it with
WD-40."
    "Bloody
hell."
    "Yeah."
He inhaled deeply, and on the exhale, his warm breath fanned across her neck
like an invisible caress. "Sucks, huh?"
    "Wyatt,"
she began, and then couldn’t speak because his tongue was a wet lash of heat on
her neck. Oh, God, this had to stop.
    When
he was done licking her.
    Groaning,
she tilted her head to give him better access, and he took advantage in an
instant, like the predator he was. He sank into her, covering her entire body
with his, attaching his lips to her throat below her choker and sucking as if
he had a direct link to her sex.
    His
brutal erection prodded her belly as he pushed one thick thigh between her legs,
making her rain-soaked dress bunch up indecently. Hard muscle created intense,
melting pressure at her core, and she went utterly wet, her body preparing
itself for him, even if her mind hadn’t yet arrived at that same place.
    "We
can’t," she said, sounding more breathless than she thought she should.
"What about your roommate?"
    "Don’t
have one."
    "Well,
still, it’s too…" Dangerous. Not that she didn’t make a life out of
danger, but she wouldn’t put an innocent at risk because she couldn’t control
her hormones. Which was strange, because she’d always been perfectly capable of
controlling her carnal desires.
    "Too…intense?
Explosive?" He nuzzled her throat, dropped his hands to her thighs and
pushed the hem of her dress up to her waist. Then, in one quick move, he ripped
her panties in two. She felt them flutter against her skin as they fell to the
floor. "What we did last night was those things. But as good as it was, it
can be better. I can feel it. You can too, can’t you?"
    Yes,
God help her, yes. Her feminine instincts were screaming with the
knowledge that this man could take her places she’d never been.
    His
hand slipped between her legs. Long fingers brushed over her folds, lightly,
teasingly. "Tell me you can feel it." He pushed a finger inside her.
"Oh, yeah…so wet…spread your legs…yeah, like that…" His voice