while he shucked off his jeans. Pure male satisfaction heated his blood when her gaze zeroed in on his obvious erection, then smoldered with an appreciative gleam he felt to the hilt. “But let me make one thing clear. There won’t be a lot of sleeping involved.”
His heart nearly knocked a hole in his chest when she appeared to take a step toward him.
But then she let out a strangled groan, mumbling about stupidity and alphas and other nonsense as she stomped to his bed. Heaven help him, his heart literally stopped when she drew the covers back and crawled on the mattress, giving him a brief glimpse of blue lace and one sweet-as-sin ass.
He stifled another groan. It was going to be one hell of a long night.
Finn’s going to pay for this .
****
Morning came in the blink of an eye. Trisha stretched wide and yawned big.
Note to self: Thank the captain for insisting I take the bed.
A massive cushion of comfort. Once she’d slipped between the sheets last night, a cocoon of warmth and solace had wrapped around her body, and she’d fallen fast asleep. And stayed asleep. First time in over six months. She sat up with a start, chunk of unsecured hair flopping in front of her face.
Wow.
Pushing the clump out of her eyes, she smiled. No nightmares. Disembodied voices. Screams. Nothing. Just blissful oblivion. Solitude. Heaven.
But not for the captain. She shot her gaze to the sofa, not surprised to find it empty. Poor guy, no doubt, had a restless night. The sheets were tossed and half-pulled out on one side of the cushions. Served him right. She tried to get him to let her sleep on the smaller space. Her body fit fine. His had to hang over a good foot. Her insides twisted.
Chivalry-minded idiot.
What good did it do him to toss all night when they both could’ve gotten a decent night’s sleep? His last words filtered through her groggy mind. “But let me make one thing clear. There won’t be a lot of sleeping involved.”
A shaft of heat shot through her body, and her nipples perked at attention. Cripes . The man was potent. He wasn’t even present, and her body reacted as if he was two feet away. Stupid body.
And last night, jeez, her traitorous libido had betrayed her mind by coaxing her feet to take a darn step toward the man when he’d spouted that unexpected invitation/warning. It had been all she could do to force her legs in the other direction and crawl into the empty bed.
At least one of them had had a good night’s sleep. Guilt soured her gut. She’d heard him tossing and muttering a few times before she’d zonked out.
Where is he now?
Curious to find the answer, she slipped out of bed and glanced around. He didn’t leave a note. Figures. Why did men think women could read their minds? Okay, yeah, sometimes guys were on open book, like when it came to sex.
Her body did that stupid heating thing low in the belly again. She grabbed clean clothes from where she’d hung them in the closet last night, and headed to the bathroom to take a quick shower. A cold one. Since she had no idea where Captain Brennan was, what he was doing, or when he’d return, she made haste.
Fifteen minutes later, she was dressed in jeans and a tan T-shirt, hair braided down her back, and her favorite cowboy boots hugging her feet like an old pair of slippers.
When the rumbling of her empty stomach echoed loud enough to hear over the soft hum of the air conditioner, Trisha contemplated heading to the guest ranch in search of a Bugsby breakfast. If last night’s entrée was anything to go by, then she was sure to be satisfied by whatever the chef prepared in the mornings. But she didn’t know if the captain had eaten in the dining hall and made some sort of excuse for her absence. She didn’t want to make him look bad.
Why should she care?
Sexy, darn…marine .
It was his fault she had no clue what was going on today. She had intended to ask him what their game plan was last night, but no. His nearly naked body
His heart nearly knocked a hole in his chest when she appeared to take a step toward him.
But then she let out a strangled groan, mumbling about stupidity and alphas and other nonsense as she stomped to his bed. Heaven help him, his heart literally stopped when she drew the covers back and crawled on the mattress, giving him a brief glimpse of blue lace and one sweet-as-sin ass.
He stifled another groan. It was going to be one hell of a long night.
Finn’s going to pay for this .
****
Morning came in the blink of an eye. Trisha stretched wide and yawned big.
Note to self: Thank the captain for insisting I take the bed.
A massive cushion of comfort. Once she’d slipped between the sheets last night, a cocoon of warmth and solace had wrapped around her body, and she’d fallen fast asleep. And stayed asleep. First time in over six months. She sat up with a start, chunk of unsecured hair flopping in front of her face.
Wow.
Pushing the clump out of her eyes, she smiled. No nightmares. Disembodied voices. Screams. Nothing. Just blissful oblivion. Solitude. Heaven.
But not for the captain. She shot her gaze to the sofa, not surprised to find it empty. Poor guy, no doubt, had a restless night. The sheets were tossed and half-pulled out on one side of the cushions. Served him right. She tried to get him to let her sleep on the smaller space. Her body fit fine. His had to hang over a good foot. Her insides twisted.
Chivalry-minded idiot.
What good did it do him to toss all night when they both could’ve gotten a decent night’s sleep? His last words filtered through her groggy mind. “But let me make one thing clear. There won’t be a lot of sleeping involved.”
A shaft of heat shot through her body, and her nipples perked at attention. Cripes . The man was potent. He wasn’t even present, and her body reacted as if he was two feet away. Stupid body.
And last night, jeez, her traitorous libido had betrayed her mind by coaxing her feet to take a darn step toward the man when he’d spouted that unexpected invitation/warning. It had been all she could do to force her legs in the other direction and crawl into the empty bed.
At least one of them had had a good night’s sleep. Guilt soured her gut. She’d heard him tossing and muttering a few times before she’d zonked out.
Where is he now?
Curious to find the answer, she slipped out of bed and glanced around. He didn’t leave a note. Figures. Why did men think women could read their minds? Okay, yeah, sometimes guys were on open book, like when it came to sex.
Her body did that stupid heating thing low in the belly again. She grabbed clean clothes from where she’d hung them in the closet last night, and headed to the bathroom to take a quick shower. A cold one. Since she had no idea where Captain Brennan was, what he was doing, or when he’d return, she made haste.
Fifteen minutes later, she was dressed in jeans and a tan T-shirt, hair braided down her back, and her favorite cowboy boots hugging her feet like an old pair of slippers.
When the rumbling of her empty stomach echoed loud enough to hear over the soft hum of the air conditioner, Trisha contemplated heading to the guest ranch in search of a Bugsby breakfast. If last night’s entrée was anything to go by, then she was sure to be satisfied by whatever the chef prepared in the mornings. But she didn’t know if the captain had eaten in the dining hall and made some sort of excuse for her absence. She didn’t want to make him look bad.
Why should she care?
Sexy, darn…marine .
It was his fault she had no clue what was going on today. She had intended to ask him what their game plan was last night, but no. His nearly naked body
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