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

from this warm cocoon. He froze as his nose nudged something furry.
    It rumbled. A growl.
    He pried open a lid and…
    Shit.
    That many teeth that close?
    Shit.
    He lurched back and glared at the heinous gremlin who had taken up residence on his pillow. Lola stood and glared at him. He couldn’t help but note that she was naked…except for a sparkly rhinestone necklace.
    Then, slowly, deliberately, she made several circles on his pillow and then settled down. Right in his spot.
    He growled back at her, but there might have been a laugh somewhere in it. He heaved off the bed from the other side, even though it was awkward because it was a large bed.
    He didn’t mind. He didn’t want to be in bed.
    Pansy was in the other room after all.
    And hell, she had food.
    He grabbed his discarded robe from the floor and tugged it on, and then padded into the living room. She sat on the sofa—and ah, what memories that invoked—with a tray before her; it was covered with a plethora of domed lids. One plate, with a selection of pastries sat next to a pot of coffee. He stared down at the tray and frowned. “You ordered breakfast?”
    “I was hungry.”
    He stared at her, tried not to be annoyed that she was dressed. It was a cute little almost-dress, and she looked adorable, but he couldn’t help wishing she was naked.
    “You should have woken me.”
    “You looked tired.”
    He attempted a scowl, but wasn’t sure he nailed it because she seemed utterly un-phased. “I don’t want you answering the door.” It wasn’t safe. Not while someone was after her. “Promise me you won’t do that again?”
    “I can’t promise that.”
    Oh. His scowl was real now.
    She grinned. “I order breakfast every morning.”
    “Promise me you won’t answer the door without me there.” His attempt at the voice had little effect. She tossed her ponytail in a wholly insolent manner. His fingers twitched. “Pansy…”
    Her lashes flickered. Okay. Maybe the voice had had some effect. “All right.” A sigh. “I promise.”
    “I’m just trying to keep you safe, baby.”
    She sucked in a breath at the unintended endearment. Hell, so did he. He attempted to steel his spine, remind himself who he was. Her guardian.
    And also , a little voice in the back of his mind whispered, her lover .
    He ignored it.
    “So,” he huffed, attempting to be all businesslike and serious. “What did you order?”
    “I wasn’t sure what you like so I got a selection.”
    “A selection?” It looked like enough for an army, but then, he was famished.
    She grinned and patted the seat next to her.
    He took it. Then kissed her—though he shouldn’t have, but hell, he couldn’t resist. He was hungry, after all. She tasted like cinnamon and coffee. She felt like heaven in his arms.
    He didn’t want to stop, but his stomach growled and she laughed into his mouth. One more quick buss, and he turned to the table. “So, what do we have?” He whipped off a dome and his attention stalled on the tantalizing sight of Eggs Benedict. He looked at her. “Did you order this for yourself?”
    She shook her head. Oh thank God. “I thought you might like it.” It was his favorite. “I also got an omelet and French toast and pastries. Oh…” She whipped off another dome. “And bacon.”
    Bacon. Excellent. She was, perhaps, the perfect woman. “One of everything?” He teased.
    “Just about.”
    He grinned at her and pulled the Eggs Benedict closer and lit in. Must be nice to have the world at your fingertips. But then, when she was at his side, he felt that way as well. He didn’t want to explore that though. At least, not until after breakfast.
     
    Holy Hannah, the man could eat.
    Pansy stared as he demolished the Eggs Benedict, three strips of bacon, a slice of French toast and half the omelet. If she ate like that, they’d have to roll her from the room.
    She sipped at her coffee to hide her smile. “Hungry, were you?”
    He looked up. His eyes glinted.