Free Daring Her SEAL by Anne Marsh

imagine the grin stretching it. He was impossible. Shameless and irritating were two other equally apt adjectives that came to mind, but getting into an argument with Levi while they were sharing a bed was a recipe for disaster. Their arguments had always been heated, and her brain happily, gleefully reminded her of the one time they’d shared a little more than close proximity on a stakeout. He’d kissed her in the alley in back of the bar and she...needed to stop thinking. Attraction had always lurked beneath the surface of their encounters, and she suspected he knew it as well as she did.
    â€œWhy are you here?”
    â€œYou forgot already?” He nipped her ear again and that did not make her want to squirm. “Somebody demanded a divorce. I was just giving her what she wanted, because I’m such a giver.”
    â€œIn. My. Bed.” Levi had always loved to get her going. Not in the bedroom, but verbally. She’d say something, he’d counter, and before she knew it words were flying like tennis balls at Wimbledon, and the rest of the SEAL team had been captive spectators. She couldn’t make so much as a simple statement about the weather without Levi turning it into a sexual innuendo.
    He sighed dramatically. “Because you’ve got a mattress and I’m banking on Belize being a community property state, which means you have to share?”
    Case in point.
    â€œBelize isn’t a state,” she pointed out.
    â€œDetails. You’re too damned picky.” He bit her ear for a third time—although she had no idea why—and then rolled away from her. Right. But...was she really too picky? Someone had to call him on his crap, didn’t they? And since he regularly said the most ridiculous things, it was practically a full-time job.
    He bounded out of bed with cheerful good humor, the mattress shaking as he left. She’d forgotten how much she hated his early-morning perkiness.
    â€œIt’s too early,” she groaned, reaching for the pillow. If nothing else, she could drown him out. Or smother herself.
    â€œAre you getting up? Or is that an invitation to join you?” Levi moved like a ninja. Somehow he’d made it around the edge of the bed and now stood over her, hands on his hips. At least he’d had the decency to wear something to bed—either that, or he’d collected his boxers on his round trip to her side of the mattress. The navy blue boxers hung low, exposing way too much SEAL for her peace of mind and highlighting ripped abs and an intriguing pair of hip bones. Holy God, the man had muscles. All sorts of delicious lines and ridges—and that was before she gave in to temptation and eyed his junk. Her Navy SEAL Ken had impressive...accessories.
    He waggled his hips. Jesus. Had he gotten larger? Was that even anatomically possible? Because she was fairly certain he was already in the top percentile when it came to penis size.
    â€œI’m happy to perform my husbandly duties. Just say the word.”
    She bet.
    â€œGive it up,” she advised, rolling over and burying her face in the pillow. No. No superspectacular, too-big-to-be-believed penis for her—especially when the penis in question was attached to one pain-in-her-butt SEAL. She must have been tired last night, though, because that was the only way a man that fine looking could have crawled into bed with her without some piece of her noticing.
    A short, sharp smack on her butt had her lifting her head. She’d like to think he wouldn’t dare, but this was Levi. There was nothing the man wouldn’t do. If she was smart, she’d double-check the cocktail menu and make sure it contained no Fifty Shades of Grey -inspired drinks.
    He rocked back on his heels and raised a brow. “Did you like that?”
    â€œI’m not having this conversation now.” Or ever.
    Her refusal didn’t stop her traitorous brain from immediately supplying an