HOT SEAL Rescue (HOT SEAL Team - Book 3) by Lynn Raye Harris Page B

after it was over.
    Her breathing grew heavier, her nipples tingling as they beaded tight under the T-shirt. All she had to do was reach out and touch him. Just touch him, give the signal, and he’d end this drought for her. Hell, even if he sucked, at least he had a big cock—which would probably be enough to send her over the edge once he slid it inside her.
    He’d gone back to reading on his phone, clearly not believing she would take him up on that offer.
    And really, she couldn’t. It was a nice thought—a thought that made her whimper—but this was not the time to start messing around with a Navy SEAL. She needed her wits about her—and she needed him to have his. Sex was a distraction.
    The light on his phone winked out, and then he laid it on the bedside table. He settled down beside her but not touching her.
    “Try to sleep,” he said into the stillness. “We’re safe here for now, I promise.”
    “What if somebody remembers seeing us switch to the Dodge? What if Conti’s men are right behind us?”
    “It’s possible, sure. But they won’t have seen where we went, Miranda. The Dodge is equipped with a signal scrambler. Nobody’s going to be able to pinpoint our location using the GPS.”
    “I hope you’re right.”
    “I am. Sleep tonight. Tomorrow we’ll find out what we need to do next.”
    She lay in the dark and listened. When his breathing evened out, she experienced a moment of elation. She could leave if she wanted. Take the truck and go. But where would she run? Who would help her? She couldn’t turn to Badger. He would want to help, of course, but if she was compromised, then so was he—which meant she couldn’t trust that any communication she had with him wouldn’t be intercepted.
    She turned onto her side and let her gaze slide over the form of the man beside her. No, she wasn’t leaving him. For good or bad, he was her only hope right now. It was such an odd thought. She didn’t know him. They’d never worked together. But from the moment she’d pushed her pistol into his side, he’d been calm and deliberate in his actions.
    Yeah, he looked like a hot cowboy in his boots and faded jeans—except that he needed a hat, though she was kind of glad he didn’t have one. He’d be much too appealing with a cowboy hat.
    As if he wasn’t already too appealing. Miranda worked on her breathing, tried to calm the thudding of her heart. It was as if she’d drank an entire pot of coffee when she hadn’t had any at all. Jesus.
    She turned onto her back and folded her hands over her middle, closing her eyes and praying for sleep. But she knew it wasn’t going to come. She was too keyed up, her brain spinning as she tried to process everything that had happened in the past few hours.
    Who would want to discredit her? And why? Why would this person betray her to Conti?
    Because he or she has been paid off, that’s why. It’s not personal.
    No, it probably wasn’t personal. She was just the one caught in the middle when the shit hit the fan.
    She had been lying there for a long time, listening to Cody breathe, trying to sleep and figure out what her next move should be, when Cody’s body began to jerk. He twitched and moaned, calling out once or twice, though it was nothing intelligible.
    She recognized bad dreams. She had them herself sometimes. You didn’t do a job like this and not get nightmares. It was only if the nightmares interfered with your life that they became a problem.
    She thought about waking him, but that might not be a good idea. Instead, she decided to ease out of the bed and give him space. If it went on too long, she’d wake him. She flipped back the covers and slipped a leg out from under them.
    And then a hand clamped down on her arm, scaring her enough to make her squeak. But it didn’t stop there. He dragged her toward him and then flipped her so she was on her back and he was on top of her, his entire length pressing into her. His hard, hot, incredibly fit