Free Rogue (SEAL Team: Disavowed Book 1) by Laura Marie Altom Page B

back. She arched up to meet his every thrust, and when he exploded inside her, and then shuddered, she held him close, never wanting the magic to end.
    Her whole world seemed sharper.
    She felt the cold marble floor seeping through the towels onto her back. She smelled the strawberry bubbles and heard a steady drip from the tub faucet. Most of all, with him still deep inside her, she felt his heart beating against hers.
    They were connected. They were one.
    “I came inside you,” he said.
    “It’s okay.”
    “What if you get pregnant?”
    “That would be okay, too. We’ll get married and buy a sweet little house. We’ll be so happy with our baby boy or girl.”
    He pushed off of her to stare deep into her eyes. “Is that what you want?”
    “Uh huh.”
    “Me, too.”
    They kissed again, and then she started to cry. Not because she was sad, but because she was so incredibly, Willy-Wonka happy.
    “Hey, sleepyhead. We’ve gotta get this show on the road.”
    Maisey was slow to wake, but then she opened her eyes to see Nash’s dear face and it didn’t matter that she was back in a swamp, covered in bug bites and hungrier and dirtier than she’d ever been. She didn’t care that bad guys were looking to shoot them, and her latest cramp hurt worse. As long as she and Nash were together, everything would be okay.
    “Do you remember junior prom?” She sat up so she could face him, loving that his cheeks blushed red.
    “Kinda hard to forget.”
    She giggled. “I know, right? But it was good. That was the perfect night.”
    He swatted a mosquito. “It was a great time, but let’s skip memory lane and get you and the baby to a doctor.”
    “Agreed.” Another cramp hit. This one hard enough to steal her breath. She had to keep telling herself it was no big deal, because no way was she having this baby in a swamp. “But we had fun, right?”
    After kissing her forehead, he said, “You were amazing.”
    Though she craved more—like a kiss to her lips—she pushed herself upright, then gave him a corny salute. “Aye-aye, captain.” She waved to the front of the boat toward a sandy stretch of shore. “Let me visit the ladies room and we’ll set sail.”
    He helped her waddle over the craft’s low side hull, then delivered a stern lecture on staying within his view, and not getting too close to the water’s edge.
    Her nightgown was a mess, and without a tree to lean against, she couldn’t remove her panties without losing balance. “Nash? Could I get a little help?”
    He’d been fiddling with the boat’s engine, but in seconds returned to her side. “What’s up?”
    “This is embarrassing, but I’m too big to get my . . .” She gestured lower. “You know, off , so I can pee.”
    “Oh. Ooooh .” He was once again blushing through his stubble. Ever the gentleman, he knelt beside her, looking away while tugging down her panties. If they’d been anywhere else, she’d have been all over him—especially, after reliving their first steamy time. Her memories were so vivid, the brush of his knuckles against her outer thighs was almost enough to make her come.
    Her baby books had talked about some women being needy right before delivery, and how sex could even speed things along during labor, but this was ridiculous.
    “Go ahead and do your thing.” He turned his back to her, but the sight of him holding her hot pink panties made her smile. “I’ll wait.”
    How awkward would it be having him help tug them back on? She’d rather go commando.
    The day’s temp was already rising, and the sandy-bottomed water around the hammock was crystal clear. She’d for sure see any critter swimming toward her. Feeling about as fresh as a two-day-old bologna sandwich left in a baggie on the seat of a car, she strolled into the water, loving the instant cool.
    “What are you doing?” Nash asked. “On land, we at least have a fighting chance against gators, but not with you in the water.”
    “Relax, Mom . I’m