Saved by a SEAL (Hot SEALs Book 2) (10 page)

Missy couldn’t agree more. She’d spent many a summer day waiting by the pool for Zane to take off his shirt just so she could get a glimpse of his lean muscled body as he cut through the water with a perfect dive off the high board. Now that she finally had her hands on him, he was fully dressed.
But where could they go if he wouldn’t take her to a hotel? Her head spun.

The answer hit her like a lightning bolt.
“My boss.”

“What
about your boss? And shit, I don’t even know what you do for a living.” Scowling, Zane shook his head as he pulled back farther.

The last thing M
issy wanted was for Zane to think he didn’t know her well enough for them to be doing what she wanted them to do. “I’m the head of the fundraising department for the local children’s hospital, and Zane, stop. So what if we didn’t spend all day on small talk getting to know each other like a couple of strangers would have? We already know each other, and we were a little busy choosing underwear and weapons for my trip. Remember?”

He laughed. “Yes, I remember. So go on. What about your boss?”

“My boss Mina and her husband are away. I promised to keep an eye on their place and water the plants.” When he didn’t look like he was grasping her meaning, she added. “No one will be home for three more days and I have the key.”

Zane
’s eyes widened. He dropped his hold on her hand and started the engine so fast she had to laugh.

He glanced at her. “
You’d better buckle up. I don’t intend to drive the speed limit.”

Missy couldn’t agree
with his plan more.

CHAPTER 12

Missy dug inside her purse
looking for this key she’d promised Zane she had possession of.

Standing behind her, he wrapped his arms around her from the back and leaned over her shoulder. “Want help?”

“No. I know I’ve got it. I just have to find it.”

“All right
.” It was all Zane could do to stop himself from grabbing the purse and dumping the contents on the floor to speed this process along.

Alternately, he could have picked the lock in less time than it took her to find the key
. This bag of hers seemed to be a bottomless pit in spite of its deceivingly small size.

Finally, she emerged with the key in hand. “Got it.”

“Good.” He was moments away from taking matters into his own hands.

N
ow that he’d confessed his shortcomings to her and, amazingly, she’d forgiven his part in his father’s plan, he could give in to the attraction they both felt. The attraction he’d been fighting all day.

Zane was done fighting.

She turned the knob and pushed the door open. He waited just long enough for her to get the key out of the lock before he turned her to face him and hauled her against him while kicking the door closed with one foot at the same time.

Zane pushed her coat off her shoulders and down her arms. He tossed it onto the back of a chair and then his hands we
re back on her. He laid his palms on the spot where the curve of Missy’s waist gave way to the swell of her hips.

The fabric of the rich blue dress was soft beneath his fingers, but
he knew her skin would be even softer. He’d get to that part. Soon. Now, he needed to kiss her, so he did.

Raising his hands to her face, he took possession of her lips in a hard, deep kiss
. He meant it to let her know this could lead to one thing and one thing only—him inside her.

She must have had the same idea. As he kissed her, stroking his tongue against hers, he felt her unbuttoning his shirt. She ran her hands over the bare skin of his chest and groaned.

Happy she liked what she felt, he grabbed her by the waist and lifted, carrying her across the room as she wrapped her legs around his back, all while they remained locked at the lips. He felt the spiked heels of her boots against his back.

Damn, that was hot.
He’d be leaving her boots on for a little while after the dress came off.

They were in her boss’s house. The bedroom was out of the question, as far as he was concerned, but not the wide leather sofa. He carried her there, dumping her onto the cushions and following her down.

The dress had a tie in the front that had tantalized him all day as he wondered what would happened if he should untie it. Like a ribbon on a gift, would pulling the tail cause the dress to open and reveal everything he wanted? Zane was about to find out. He tugged on the ends of the bow and pulled the sides of the wrap dress open.

He knew lingerie, and hers was some qualit
y stuff. The intricate lace was delicate, the fabric high-end, but it was all just decoration. It was the woman beneath the bra and panties that was the most impressive. Missy was what attracted his attention most, not the underwear.

He ran his hands from the lace of her undergarments to the warm satin of her skin.
“Christ, you’re beautiful.”

Missy shook her head.
“My boobs are too small.”

In the age of big fake boobs, particularly prevalent in military towns, Zane was a connoisseur of women’s breasts, and Missy’s were just the right size for him.

“The hell they are.” Baffled by her misconception, Zane leaned low, intent on proving how wrong she was.

While he
drew one of her nipples into his mouth, Missy tugged at his clothes. He smiled and grabbed her hands. Capturing them in his, he forced them above her head.

“
Patience.”

She blew out a breath. “Patience? Are you kidding me? Do you know how long I’ve waited for you, Zane Alexander?”

“I know. Sometimes I can be a little slow on the uptake.” This was unfamiliar territory he was in, having sex with a woman who knew him well. One who he knew also.

This with Missy was different. She was a friend. They had a past. She understood him. He’d never been with a woman who knew
him so well before—knew him right down to his childhood and family.

All that scared the
hell out of him. He retreated to familiar territory. Sex.

She wanted his clothes off? He could do that. He stood and pulled his open shirt out from where it
had been tucked into his pants.

“Bathroom?” he asked.

“Over there.” She glanced toward one of the three doorways in the room.

“Wait right here.” He strode to the bathroom as he undid his belt. Inside
, he grabbed a towel and carried it back to her on the sofa.

“What’s that for?” she asked.

“First of all, leather on bare skin—not such a great thing. Second, good sex can get messy.” He was planning on having some very good sex.

She looked a little appalled at that. He’d distract her soon enough.
Missy stood when he pulled her off the sofa so he could lay down the towel. Then, all his attention was on her as he stripped her bare of everything but the boots.

He his
sed in a breath at the sight of her, even as she sat and bent down to take off the boots he was loving the look of.

“I kind of liked those on.”

She shot him a look as she tugged one off. “I don’t want to puncture my boss’s leather sofa with these things. I’m thinking good, messy sex could also get . . . acrobatic.”

After that comment, delivered with a gleam in her eye, t
he fact she’d known him forever, his faults and all, didn’t feel so frightening anymore. Missy was funny and sexy, and she was stripping off the last thing she’d been wearing just for him.

Zane smiled. “I think you might be right about that.”

She was naked and he was still dressed. He’d fallen far behind so he made short work of his shirt, tossing it on the floor. Kicking off his shoes while he unzipped his pants, Zane glanced up and saw the heat in Missy’s eyes as she watched him. That was motivation enough for him to shove his pants and underwear down his legs in one swift move.

Removing his socks required he sit down on the sofa next to her, but that was convenient. It put
him right where he wanted to be. Next to her. He turned and pushed her back, lowering himself on top of her.

He needed this.

There was a difference between wanting and needing. He knew that. Zane had spied women in the past, usually some hottie walking into a bar who he knew immediately he’d be taking home that night. But that was different. He needed this time with Missy.

Needed it as much to soothe him and make the pain of the disappointment he felt in himself go away, as to quench the ache inside
him that she caused.

After quickly han
dling the necessary protection he always carried with him, Zane poised above Missy.

With the lights in the room all on he saw clearly every emotion written on her face as he pushed inside her. Their eyes remained locked until the feeling of being surrounded by her overwhelmed him and his lids drifted closed.
He forced them open again. He wanted to watch Missy’s face while he loved her.

Strange. He usually didn’t care if he could see the woman beneath him or not. He’d
usually close his eyes and just feel. This time, he wanted to see the pleasure in her expression as he stroked inside her.

He slipped on
e arm beneath her, changing the angle of his stroke, and she closed her eyes as her mouth fell open on a gasp.

A wrinkle creased the spot between her brows. He’d seen
that expression on Missy before. Years ago when she was concentrating extra hard on perfecting her tennis serve. He smiled at the memory, but his goal was to make her stop thinking so hard. He wanted her to just feel.

“Melissa.”

She opened her eyes, but her gaze remained narrowed when it met his. Reaching up and grabbing his head, she brought his mouth down to hers. She kissed him deeply, thrusting her tongue against his. The intensity of the moment increased until they were both gasping and he had to break the kiss just to breathe.

Her mouth against his ear as
she gasped out his name had Zane’s body tightening. He wanted to hold back but as her body gripped his tighter and she raked her nails down his back he knew there was no stopping it. There was no holding back the orgasm that barreled down on him like a freight train.

The climax seemed to shake him to his very soul. It drained him of all the bad that happened today. It emptied him of energy, as well, and he collapsed boneless on top of her. It was all he could do to catch his breath.
There was no way he could have moved. He was content to just lie there and feel her heart pounding beneath him.

How could sex
with Missy be hot as hell and yet so comforting at the same time?

Zane had clearly been missing out all these years, opting for sex with random women when he should have been looking for a nice comfortable friends-with-benefits situation.

How nice that would be to have a woman who wouldn’t ask any questions. Wouldn’t need any wooing. Who would just be there for him when he needed her after a tough day. After the night he’d had, it was damn nice to have Missy here to help him forget about everything.

“
Tell me about this company you and your friends are starting.”

His bliss came to a screeching halt at her mention of GAPS.
And that right there was why his friends-who-fuck idea wouldn’t work. He wasn’t in the mood to talk, especially not about that subject, but Missy was a friend so how could he be rude to her for asking?

He
’d been content, drunk on post coital hormones and endorphins. He had been very happy to put his problems completely out of his head and let the steady sound of Missy’s heartbeat beneath him lull him into a drowsy state. But she wanted to talk. She’d want to help him solve his problems, because that’s what women did. The guys might give him shit on occasion, but they also knew when to leave him alone.

Grateful for the reminder of
why he opted for anonymous sex even if it was more work, Zane had to deflect Missy’s questioning. “No business talk. Tonight is for pleasure. So, I saw a nice big whirlpool tub in that bathroom. Let’s go give it a try.”

Her eyes opened wide as he stood and reached down to pull her up after him. “We can’t do that.”

“Why not? We just had sex on their sofa. How is taking a bath any worse?”

“I don’t know. I guess it isn’t.”
Still she looked too concerned to come with him willingly.

“I promise I
’ll clean up everything after we’re done. Your boss will never know. Don’t worry and come on. You know you want to.” He dangled that temptation, betting she’d never experienced whirlpool sex.

Zane, on the other hand, knew
very well all that a well-placed jet could do to a woman. He’d be happy to initiate Missy into the world of that particular pleasure. Buried deep inside her, he’d enjoy it right along with her.