Page 42 of SEAL by Fate

He rubbed his hands down his thighs and inhaled sharply. Could she see the tension in his expression? The discomfort and craze in his body? It was getting harder and harder to hide his emotions and to control the desire. The need grew, and he couldn’t understand it. Why was this unlike anything he’d ever experienced?

She turned her cheek and looked out the window which broke some of the tension. He shifted, easing some of the constriction behind his zipper, wanting to shuck his jeans and that would take care of part of the problem, just not all. His knee ached and his cock throbbed. If he wasn’t careful, he’d have damage to both.

Whoever this Duncan fellow was had been lucky to have a woman like Stormy. Not only did her beauty go beyond just the outside, but she had a big heart. There was something very special about her, maybe a bit of innocence as well as determination. He got the feeling she didn’t tap into her wild side often, but the lid was about to blow. He also respected the fact that she had seen a bad situation for what it was and got out of it, even if she thought she should have done something long ago. Many people would have stayed and endured things, then lived in misery.

He sighed and rubbed his forehead, feeling exhausted.

He didn’t know what time it was. Three or four maybe. He couldn’t allow himself to sleep. It wouldn’t be safe. And yet he couldn’t remember being so beat. He’d been in hairy spots before, yet when he just had himself to worry about he could handle it, but Stormy’s safety was his top priority.

What the hell did he just say?

For the first time catching the bad guy wasn’t his one and only priority. For a moment he could see himself as a man and not just a lawman.

He could sit here forever staring at her, remembering how good she’d felt in his arms. Soft and warm. Just right. His balls clenched with a need even though it was only forty degrees in the car and they had a terrorist sharing the mountain.

Gray wondered what Phantom’s game was outside of setting off explosions? This cat and mouse chase seemed deeper than a bad guy staying on the lamb so he could continue wreaking havoc. No, Phantom was scheming. There was reason to believe he held a grudge, and if that were the case, he would now be especially pissed that he had another bullet wound to remember Gray by. That was okay, Phantom could allow the rage to boil because angry men acted impulsively. This would be in Gray’s favor.

Right now, he wanted to concentrate on the angel that had reached in and stroked his every need. What exactly were they doing?

Gray got a good idea of what was happening. They were dancing around the attraction, denying their bodies a need as old as ancient time. They could pretend the chemistry wasn’t there, but it wasn’t going anywhere, only growing by the minute. The flames were strong inside his body, consuming him. How long could he take the heat before he’d burst?

Her fingers moved over the frayed edge of the blanket as if she were calming herself. He fantasized how nice it would feel to have those fingers on his naked skin. What would she feel like naked? Hearing her moan and whimper in passion. Her hair caressing his chest.

A hell of a lot better than anything I‘ve ever known.

He reached for the bottle and downed some of the whiskey, squinting as it burned all the way into his stomach. He wanted the punishing need to pass already. She had him wanting things he couldn’t have. Acting like a teenager. Dreaming up a future. It had been a long time since he’d made plans for his future outside of moving onto the next assignment.

Her chest rose and fell rhythmically. Why was he so disappointed? He should want her to sleep. She needed sleep, but he missed her. When had he ever missed anyone? Not even Hannah.

It was truly for the best that she stay asleep.

He pulled on his hat, positioned his gun in the waist of his jeans and got out of the car for another walkabout the area to make sure nothing was amiss. The moon was shining brightly although the sky was filled with dark puffy clouds. He didn’t need a lot of light to see because he’d grown accustomed to using his senses. During training in the SEALs, he and his team had been blindfolded for days, doing everything without their sight so that their other senses were honed. The military had made him who he was today. He’d like to think he was a powerhouse, skilled and strong, because he’d been through some of the worst situations. Dangerous circumstances that made a man reevaluate himself and his commitment level. All these things wrapped in a nutshell made Gray a Ghost Hawk. However, being an elite agent meant he had to keep a clear head, but since Stormy had popped into his life, he’d lost some of the vision. That worried him because one slip and his life, Stormy’s life, could be on the line.

Pulling up the collar of his coat, he trudged through the deep snow and stood on the edge of the road, listening. In the distance he could hear an owl hooting and a pack of coyote howling. That meant warmer weather was coming.

Going back to the car, he grabbed the makeshift leash he made for Lola, tied it to her collar and whistled for her to jump out. She reluctantly followed his command. She didn’t like the snow any more than he did.

After the dog did her business and the area was patrolled, he got back inside the car and, although it wasn’t heated, it felt a lot better than outside.

Spreading the larger blanket over Stormy, he covered himself with the end and settled his arm on her hip possessively. He felt her jerk slightly and turn, her eyes on him. “I fell asleep,” she muttered in a sleepy voice.

“Are you warm?”

“No. I’m cold.”

Without a thought, he said, “Scoot over. Your seat is bigger than mine.”

She stared and he thought she’d reject him, but instead she moved. He lifted the blankets and climbed over the console, his boots hitting the dash. “Sorry. I’m beating up the inside of your car.”

“Don’t worry. The first thing I’m doing is trading it in for an SUV.” She laughed.

As large as he was, the seat wasn’t big enough for the them both, but with some creative shifting and bodies pressing, the fit wasn’t too bad. At least he didn’t find any complaint in snuggling so close.

She reached over, grabbed his arm, and pulled it over her as she turned with her back to him. The gesture reached in and brought his body into overdrive. When she nestled her bottom into the spoon of his hips, he swallowed tightly and clenched his teeth. This was complete madness. She was going to drive him wild and he didn’t have the resistance to deny her.

Her hair smelled so good. He inhaled her scent, wondering how it was possible that she smelled sweet, and he had a feeling he could fend off wolves with his body odor. Thankfully, she didn’t seem to mind because she wasn’t sending him back to his own seat or plugging her nose.

Pulling the soft tresses of her hair aside, he kissed her silken neck, thinking she would resist the intimate act, but instead she pushed her bottom deeper into his spoon and parts hardened. He dragged her even closer, making sure no space remained between them, even if his erection couldn’t be missed.

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