Free Hot SEALs: Guard Dog (Kindle Worlds) (Stone Hard SEALs Book 3) by Sabrina York

over him, her soft breath caressing his face? When she touched him, riffling her fingers through the hair on his chest?
    Did he really want her again? Already?
    He’d come twice tonight in her. There was no reason for this flickering flame. He should be bone dry. Devastated. A wasteland.
    Not.
    The fact that he wanted her so much, with such intensity, threatened to disturb his calm. But that was a lie, wasn’t it? He wasn’t really calm. Not if he was being honest.
    She’d tipped his world on its ear. Made him think things, want things, do things he’d swore he’d never even contemplate. Just the fact that he’d fucked her , his client—and man, what a fuck it had been—was enough to make him question his sanity.
    How hard was it to lie there…and not leap on her again?
    How hard was it to show some crumb of restraint?
    Hard.
    Damn fucking hard.
    But he had to affect some element of self-control. It was who he was, who he’d always been. He had to cling to that.
    It had always been something of a challenge for him, grappling with the two divergent sides of his personality. There was the dominant part of him—the cool, calm unemotional warrior who was in absolute possession of every faculty and executed all decisions and actions with exquisite precision and forethought. And the other side, the one that lived in shadow and rose up when he least expected it, the part of himself he had to keep enchained? That part of him was a roaring savage with absolutely no control.
    That this woman poked the beast with a stick every time she so much as glanced at him was concerning. Hell, she didn’t even need to glance at him. He only needed to catch a whiff of her scent, hear a soft moan— fuck —think of her.
    He wasn’t sure what all this meant, but it couldn’t be good. It certainly threatened all he was, how he thought of himself as a man.
    If he had any balls at all, he’d get up right now, call Jon and demand to be replaced.
    He should.
    He really should.
    He even lifted a hand to ease her off his chest. But that was as far as the noble intention got before something else squashed it like a bug.
    He couldn’t do it. Because he really didn’t want to leave. Didn’t think he could walk away. Not from her. Not now.
    Funny that.
    If someone had told him yesterday that he’d be holding her, wanting her, needing her tonight, he’d have laughed in his face. Yesterday she’d been an annoying, feckless brat it was his job to protect. Today…protecting her had become his passion. As necessary to him as breathing. Tonight, somehow, she’d become someone he couldn’t really contemplate living without.
    And in one night.
    Hell, not even that.
    How on earth had that happened?
    To him ?
    It wasn’t as though he hadn’t heard of a man falling so fast—hell, his friends Ryder and Drake had. And Mason had mocked them mercilessly for their weakness. They’d gone from being big bad heartless SEALs to overgrown lap dogs, slavering and panting over the women who had waltzed into their lives with no warning whatsoever.
    And yeah. That part shocked him the most.
    No warning whatsoever.
    He’d never envisioned himself in a situation like this, feeling like this and he wasn’t sure how to handle it.
    Drake had joked that the Navy didn’t train a man for this kind of assault, but Mason hadn’t understood what he meant.
    He did now.
    Ho, brother did he.
    Trouble was, he didn’t know what to do about it. He had no earthly idea how to proceed with her.
    It was an unfamiliar situation. One that made cold claws gouge at his gut.
    One that had him lying awake long after the fingers of dawn crept through the drapes.
     
    He must have fallen asleep.
    Must have, because when he woke up, she was gone. His arms were empty, her side of the bed cold.
    A flicker of panic ribboned through him until he heard the TV in the next room, and smelled something…delicious. He closed his eyes with a groan and rolled over, preparing to heave his body