Page 11 of Stalked By the Navy Seal

“Why?”

He turns the laptop, and relief and happiness wash over me when I see the photos of my mom and me, which I lost when he got rid of my phone.

“Oh my god, how?” I ask, moving closer and opening the oldest one from my eleventh birthday.

“Bruce helped me retrieve them. It was really difficult, but I won’t bore you with the details.”

Without thinking, I jump on him and hug him out of excitement but then I catch myself and quickly pull back and get up.

“Sara and I are having brunch at the Café; I’ll see you when I get back.”

I turn around to leave. “What’s going on? You don’t seem as excited as I thought you would be.”

“I am.”

He closes the laptop and places it on the center table. “No, you’re not. I think I know you pretty well.”

I stay quiet, contemplating whether I should tell him why I’m upset or just leave for brunch. My desire wins. “I don’t think you do because if you did, you would’ve noticed how desperate I’ve been for your attention.”

He’s now sporting a confused look. “I thought I’ve been pretty attentive to you since we returned to Greystone.”

“Yes. You cook me breakfast, lunch, and dinner and ask about my day, but…”

“But what?”

“Are you not attracted to me?”

“What?” His deep voice rumbles.

“I mean, I’d understand if you aren’t. Isn’t that why you’ve been avoiding me since we kissed?”

He shakes his head. “Is that what you think?”

“What else could it be.”

He gets up, and he has this dangerous look in his eyes, the same one I’d seen before he hit my stepfather. I step back an inch, but his huge frame waves goodbye to any space between us.

“Is that what you think? That I’m not attracted to you?” I nod like a mouse caught in-between two cats. “Sweetheart, I’m so attracted to you that I have to physically restrain myself from not grabbing you and ravishing you every time I see you. Do you know…the… torture these last three weeks have been? Seeing you and having you be so close to me.”

My eyes blink rapidly. “So, why haven’t you ravished me?”

“I’m not a gentleman in the least, but I wanted to give you some time to recover from the things you went through in Misty River. I’m not some jerk who takes advantage of a vulnerable woman no matter how excruciating staying away from her may be.”

I don’t know what comes over me, but I decide to be bold for the first time in my life. “I am not vulnerable; I want this.”

I’d hardly finished that sentence when Chase groans and drags me to him, making me crash against his sturdy chest.

“God, I want you so fucking bad,” is the last thing he says before his lips crash down to mine in an urgency I’d never felt before.

He’s tugging on my lower lip, and then the upper one, and then his teeth are grazing my lip, and his tongue is fighting for dominance in my mouth.

His citrus and sandalwood wood smell is like a drug I’ve been starved of long enough, so I lean in closer, desperate to feel every part of him against me.

Oh shit! He wasn’t kidding when he said he wanted me badly. The steely cock digging against my thigh is proof enough.

I suddenly feel a rush of adrenaline surge through me. It feels so good to be making a manly man as strong as Chase desire me so much that he looks like he’s physically hurting himself.

“Oh, Chase.” I moan as his lips leave mine and find the exposed flesh on my neck.

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