A SEAL's Seduction (Alpha SEALs Book 4) by Makenna Jameison Page A

know?  He’d tried to apologize to Kenley, even tried to do something nice for her, but the woman was still mad.  Not to mention completely freaked out around him.  There wasn’t much to tell.  She’d stayed glued to Lexi’s side the entire night, wearing his sweatshirt, as everyone had apparently noticed.  But had she glanced his way?  Tried to talk to him?  Not even once.
    The friends Alison brought had giggled with Matthew and Brent as the night wore on, but Mike was the odd man out, not wanting to flirt with some random chick and not knowing what to say to get into Kenley’s good graces.  Her cold shoulder made him feel unwelcome at his own damn SEAL team’s night on the beach.  How ironic was that?
    Christopher chuckled.  “Lexi kept asking if I thought you two hooked up again or something.”
    “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
    “Does that sound like Lexi?” Christopher smirked.  “Not a chance in hell.  But that little show you and Kenley put on by the pool was quite impressive.”
    Mike groaned.  The memory of Kenley’s lush body pressed against his was enough to fill his fantasies for an entire year.  The way that bikini top stretched across her full breasts, leaving very little to the imagination.  The way he’d rocked against her, feeling her heat even through her bikini bottoms.  Hell, if they hadn’t had an audience, he’d have taken her right then and there.  Slipped that scrap of fabric to the side and thrust straight into heaven.  He was dying to send Kenley soaring, to have her moaning and begging him for more.
    “That good, huh?” Christopher asked.
    “Fucking amazing,” Mike admitted.  He cleared his throat.  “But as you could see last night, she’s still pissed at me.”
    “About the condo?”
    “Yeah, I don’t think most women take strange men barging into their homes lightly.”
    “I told you to get the fuck off of her,” Christopher pointed out.
    “I did.  But between that and tossing her into the pool?  She’s pissed.  And how the hell was I supposed to know she doesn’t swim?”
    Christopher chuckled.  “No woman who was furious at you would let you kiss her like that.  She wants you too, man.”
    Mike shrugged.  “It sure didn’t seem that way last night.”
    Christopher walked over to answer the door, and a moment later, Patrick came in carrying two large pizzas and a six-pack.
    “I know you said you already had beer, but I figured extra wouldn’t hurt.”  His gaze swept the room.  “Hell, this place is a goddamn mess.”
    “Nice of you to join us,” Mike said, rolling his eyes.
    Patrick dropped the boxes of pizza down on the coffee table and nailed him with gaze.  “All right, Patch,” Patrick said, calling Mike by his nickname.  “What the hell was going on last night at the bonfire?  First you run off, then Kenley runs off.  Then she returns in your clothing but refuses to speak to you.”  He raised his eyebrows, his cool blue eyes assessing him.
    “Jesus Christ,” Mike muttered, walking over to grab a beer.  “Not you, too.”
    “Rebecca was worried.  She said Kenley was practically crying by the time you guys came back.”
    Shit.   Mike’s gut churned at the idea of Kenley being upset with him.  Of the knowledge that he’d somehow hurt her.  She was so small and fragile, he’d never do anything to cause her harm.  Hell, he and the men on his team would never hurt any woman.  And as for the brunette beauty he couldn’t get out of his mind?  Well, the fact that she’d been brought to tears because of something he did didn’t sit well with him.  At all.  Part of him wanted to remedy the situation immediately—and another part of him wanted to stay the hell away.  He couldn’t cause her harm if he wasn’t around.
    He knew Kenley had been angry when he asked why she was frightened of him, but she sure the hell hadn’t been crying on their walk back.  She’d marched off in a huff, and they hadn’t