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

t-shirt, trying to cover the sheer lace back of my underwear. I was so glad it was dark in the house as we made our way up to my room. When we reached my room, I preceded him, and then tried to step aside. Before I could do so, he flipped the lights on, exposing my sheer lace underwear and everything else I was hiding in the dark. My face flamed red again, and I tried not to meet his eyes, afraid of what I’d see. Not only was I embarrassed to be caught dressed in barely anything by a stranger, but I knew I wasn’t doing it justice.
    My head still down, I finally managed to whisper, “Have a look.”
    I snuck a glance at his face when he didn’t move or acknowledge that I spoke. Lust shone in his eyes, once again making his golden brown eyes appear almost black. Though it wasn’t the reaction I expected, I still squirmed with discomfort under his stare. I yanked at my t-shirt again, silently vowing to wear more clothes to bed, and backed away from him again.
    I nodded towards the bed to indicate he should check for his key in the room. He arched an eyebrow up, clearly thinking something else involving the bed, and I retreated away from him a bit more, shaking my head vigorously. He chuckled, turning his serious and intimidating features softer. And I relaxed a bit. Maybe he was just having a bit of fun with the chubby girl. He turned from me and headed towards the closet, disappearing into the interior without turning on the light. He stopped in front of me and held up a key.
    “Found it.”
    I sighed, glad he was leaving. I didn’t trust myself to resist him much longer. I felt a strange pull toward him, even though I fought against it. We walked silently back downstairs. He followed so close to me I could feel his heat through my thin t-shirt. My nipples tightened into tight pebbles, rubbing against my shirt. The feeling made me ache between my legs, and my stomach clenched down low. I gripped the railing so hard my knuckles were probably white and was never more grateful to reach the front door.
    I yanked the door open with haste, “Ok then.” I said, not knowing what else to say and needing him to leave before I did something stupid.
    “Thanks,” he said, brushing his hand against my arm.
    I stiffened, his touch feeling like an electric current, my body instantly responding to him in ways that made me blush, again. I leaned forward, my long black hair falling over my face; I didn’t want him to see the effect he had on me. Nodding I ushered him out the door, keeping my face hidden. He turned suddenly, looking at me.
    “I didn’t catch your name?” He asked.
    I sighed, “McKenzie.” I whispered.
    He nodded and moved out the door. When he was outside, I slammed the door shut and locked it. Leaning against the door I sighed, horrified and something else I couldn’t name, didn’t want to name, with my reaction to a stranger who broke into my house.
    ***
    Chance McBride walked away from the woman’s house; glancing back several times for some reason, wondering what had gotten into him. He couldn’t get involved with anyone, let alone his neighbor. His dick was still hard from watching her walk in those see-through lace panties and threadbare t-shirt. He let himself into his house next door, cursing his stupidity for leaving his keys in his house when he left for his meeting. This was not a time to be careless, and since the Navy vacated the house next door, and no one was left to help keep those who wanted him away, he had to be extra diligent. Bringing a defenseless woman, even one with a set of tits that made him rock hard and whose touch set him on fire, would be a bad idea. Maintaining his cover was paramount if the Navy wanted to catch the bastards who had him hiding.
    Since it was two in the morning, Chance knew he should try to sleep, but he was too wound up from his unexpected encounter with a beautiful woman. He couldn’t get McKenzie out of his head. The way her black hair has shined in the