Page 90 of Cowboy SEAL Homecoming

Damn Becca Denton and how she was always dragging these confessions out of him. But the last thing he wanted to do was make her feel like her request wasn’t fair or that he was balking at something because of her.

Damn it all.

“Remember how I said I’d pretty much only done the relationship thing once?”

She nodded.

“It’s not like in high school there were any sleepovers. Then I was almost always living on a military base or what have you, which isn’t exactly conducive to a lot of spending the night places. So, you know…it’s not that I don’t want to. It’s just that I’ve never done it.” Fuck it all for embarrassing confessions.

“I am just your first in so many ways.” She grinned at him, clearly pleased with herself, and how could he fight that? The way she seemed so happy about it made him happy.

He didn’t know what the hell to do with all this joy, but he knew he wanted to give it all to her. So he had to go with it, no matter how uncomfortable it made him.

“I have no problem spending the night with you,” he said firmly. “I’m just as clueless as you about the protocol of that whole thing.”

“I don’t actually think there is protocol on spending the night with someone. I think you just do it.”

“There can be protocol for everything.”

“Only for you, Alex,” she said with a shake of her head. She pushed the truck door open. “Don’t worry. I’ll wear my goat pajamas just for you.” She hopped out of the truck on that note, leaving him puzzled and far too charmed.

He got out of the truck and followed her toward the porch. “I’m sorry. Did you say goat pajamas?”

“Of course.”

He met up with her at the bottom of the stairs. When she smiled up at him, he could only smile in return. This whole thing was crazy, completely out of his control, and when she smiled at him like that all he could think was, Why not give in to that?

Because it isn’t who you are, a little voice in the back of his head said.

He ignored it. He ignored everything except the enticing curve of her mouth and pulled her to him. Not quite as at-his-wit’s-end as he’d done in the past, but not exactly gentle. She fell into it easily though, smiling the entire way.

“I know you said I could enjoy them all, but I really do like the grabby kisses the best.”

“And why is that?”

“Because it means you can’t resist me. Who doesn’t want to feel that?”

He didn’t have an answer for her, so he kissed her instead. A grabby kiss to show her just how much he couldn’t resist. Because he couldn’t. She was trouble, most certainly. Complicated one hundred percent. And she was something akin to magic.

He never would’ve thought to believe in magic in the whole of his thirty-four years, but here under a Montana sky with the sweetest woman possibly on the face of the planet in his arms, how could he believe in anything else?

“Let’s go to bed,” he murmured against her mouth.

“That’s code for sex, right?”

“You grabbed the box of condoms, didn’t you?”

She patted her coat pocket. “What do you take me for? A fool?”

He laughed and pulled his keys out of his pocket to open the door. The house was dark, and he could only hope that meant Jack and Gabe would be tucked into their beds and far away from him and Becca.

It wouldn’t stop them from giving him crap, but he could take it. He wouldn’t stand for it if they made Becca feel awkward though.

They walked through the dark, quiet house hand in hand, and Alex tried to keep his thoughts from going too loud or too complicated.

“I sure as hell hope you have a bigger bed than I do,” he whispered as they passed the door to his room.

“Well, probably not as big as you’re hoping. It’s only a full size mattress, but don’t worry. I’ll make plenty of room for you.”

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