Free Last Chance: Navy SEAL erotic romance (SEALs Crossfire Novella 1) by Emma Rose Page A

his eyes were pointed.
    His eyes raked down my body, stopping at my bare legs. My blush deepened and my breath hitched.
    “I got locked out. The previous owner was a friend of mine and had my house key hidden in here for me. He told me how to get it if I needed it. I was hoping it was still here even though he wasn’t.”
    He stepped closer, into the moonlight coming through the slits of the blinds, and I took a step back. I wasn’t sure if I could believe him or not.
    “What’s your name and address?” I figured if he could give me the street and house address quickly he was probably telling the truth.
    “Jason Erickson, I live at twenty-two Maple Drive.” He put his hands up in defeat.
    I lowered my gun, I was twenty-four Maple Drive.
    “How did you get in here?” I asked nervously, I was hoping he was the only one who knew how to get in.
    Now that I was no longer in fight or flight mode I noticed how attractive he was. Actually, attractive didn’t do him justice. He was tall, well over six feet, and muscular. His biceps were straining against the short sleeves of his white t-shirt. I could make out every ripple of his six pack through the shirt, it hugged him like a second skin. His hair was chestnut brown, and hung over his eye, as if it was overdue for a haircut. I longed to push it back and had to clench my fist so that I didn’t. I felt a sudden warmth flood my body, and between my legs in particular, and I was appalled at myself. I took a few steps back toward the dark kitchen, hoping to disguise my sudden blush and the fact that I wasn’t wearing any pants.
    I looked up at Jason to see why he hadn’t answered me and he was staring at me hungrily, his eyes focused on my bare legs and skimpy underwear that my short, threadbare t-shirt barely covered. His stare moved upwards to my chest, and I cursed my almost D cups that were straining against my traitorous t-shirt. I folded my arms over my chest and unsuccessfully tried to pull the tiny shirt down to cover myself.
    Jason chuckled, “Aw, come on. I was enjoying the show.”
    I frowned, “Yeah well get over yourself. You didn’t answer my question.” I said with a renewed sense of anger.
    Who was this guy to break into my house and ogle me like a piece of meat? It didn’t matter that my stupid body betrayed me and reacted to his stare. My sex began to throb and my panties became moist with my lust. I stepped back even further.
    “The basement window. I’ll fix it for you in the morning.” He moved closer still and I backed up until my back hit the wall.
    His eyes burned with arousal, turning from a golden brown to almost black.
    I held up my hand to tell him to stop advancing and he halted. “If you’re so good at breaking into houses, how come you can’t get into yours?” I cocked an eyebrow and him and gave him a ‘so there’ look.
    He smirked, “My house it too secure to break into.” He said without further explanation.
    I thought about something else, “Well, why did you wait until the middle of the night to break in then? Didn’t you see that someone was moving in?”
    He looked pensive, an indistinguishable look crossing over his face, “I was, uh, out all day.”
    Why wasn’t I convinced? Apparently my body was, a new round of arousal washing over me at the way he cocked an eyebrow at me. I looked down, trying to hide a new round of blushing that made my face flame.
    I decided to let it go for now. The quicker I found his damn key, the sooner he would be gone.
    “Where did the previous owner keep your key?” I asked, staying in the shadows.
    “The master bedroom.” He said giving me a suggestive look.
    My heart sped up. I silently chastised myself for even considering sleeping with a strange man, one that broke into my home at that. It wasn’t my style, I could count on one hand, minus three fingers, how many men I had actually slept with.
    “Um, ok,” I said nervously, “Follow me.”
    I futilely pulled at my tiny