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

“Famished. Someone wore me out last night.”
    Oh my. Heat crawled up her face as she remembered…everything. She lowered her eyes, to hide the force of her emotions, but he cupped her cheek and made her meet his gaze. He stroked her with his thumb. “I like that,” he murmured in a low rumble, one that set up a quivering response at her core.
    “Um…” She cleared her throat. “Like what?”
    “I like when you blush.” His grin was wicked.
    She straightened her spine and tipped back her head, attempting to look as prim and proper, as in control as she could. “I am not normally a blusher.”
    His chuckle was soft. “Yeah. I know. That’s why I like it.”
    Oh lord. Was it getting hot in here? Was the air conditioner not working?
    “I really enjoyed last night, Pansy,” he said. His gaze flicked to the vee of her dress, as though he was recalling some of what they’d done.
    “I…I did as well.”
    “Even the, ahem, naughtier bits?”
    A good thing he liked her blush. She must look like a well-cooked lobster about now.
    “Pansy?”
    “Yes, Mason?”
    “Did you like those bits as well?”
    “I did.” The confession caught in her throat, but he heard. But then, he was paying attention. His focus on her was intent.
    For some reason, he seemed to collapse a little, then she realized he’d been anxiously awaiting her response. It hadn’t occurred to her that he might be nervous about this unfamiliar intensity swirling around them, and somehow it made her feel more confident. Confident enough to send him a cheeky smile. “I’d like to do that again.”
    He froze. His features locked. His nostrils flared. His gaze bore into hers. “Shit.”
    Hardly a romantic sentiment, but she had no time to complain, because he yanked her into his arms and kissed her. It was a ferocious kiss, one that had her libido zooming into overdrive. Zero to sixty in less than a heartbeat.
    He consumed her with all the passion he’d devoted to the Eggs Benedict, and more. But then, she responded with equal vigor. What was it about this man that made her mindless and crazed? His scent? The hard slabs of his body? His seething urgency? His savage beauty? Or all of it? Or something more, something intangible and untouchable, an aura that blanketed him? His soul?
    He was familiar to her. Familiar in a way she couldn’t explain. In a way an evening of adventure could certainly not justify. It was as though she’d known him forever, and this, whatever it was, was simply a reunion. A glorious reunion of souls.
    A celebration.
    He pressed her back against the sofa cushions and covered her, kissing her, caressing her, inciting her to madness. He made her breathless, he made her wild. He made her want.
    The knock on the door was an annoyance.
    They both ignored it.
    It came again. Harsher this time, more insistent.
    Mason muttered a curse and leaned up, gazing down at her with an expression of regret. “I should see who it is.” He gently brushed her hair from her cheek and tucked it behind an ear.
    “I suppose.”
    With a sigh he rose and headed toward the door, grabbing his pistol from the table on the way. It was cold in his absence.
    Pansy sat up and straightened her bodice, which he had rumpled, and reached for her coffee.
    Damn.
    It was cold as well.
    * * *
    Bristling with tension, Mason peered through the peephole, then gusted a sigh as he recognized the faces in the fisheye.
    He wasn’t sure if he should be relieved or aggravated. Reinforcements had arrived. But shit, what lousy timing.
    He shot a glance at Pansy. “We have company. They’re my coworkers. Are you ready to meet them?” She was going to meet them, whether she was ready or not, but he figured it couldn’t hurt to ask.
    She brushed down her hair, though it was perfect. “Um, sure.”
    Mason nodded, and opened the door.
    A pity he’d forgotten how he was dressed.
    Dane Coulter stepped into the foyer of the suite and stopped short. His sharp gaze ran up and