Page 33 of Tempted by a SEAL

Chapter 6

Hunter was on his second set of push-ups when Emma awoke the next morning. He’d pulled his cargo pants over his boxer briefs but was bare-chested, and he didn’t miss the way her eyes roamed over him as he stood up from his short workout and said, “Good morning.” Or the blush that crept over her cheeks soon after.

Her full breasts bounced beneath his tee shirt as she sat up, her nipples showing through the soft cotton, and that silky red hair fell softly around her shoulders, framed her flushed face. She almost looked like the modern-day version of a Renaissance painting or something. Some sort of goddess come to life.

Except she was wearing far too much clothing.

“What are you doing?” she asked, looking from the rumpled bedding he’d tossed onto the chair to where he stood on the floor.

“PT. Sit-ups, push-ups, planks—nothing too spectacular. Usually I go for a run, but I left my running shoes back at the hotel. And I wasn’t about to leave you alone here anyway.”

“I didn’t even hear you come in last night. I was so exhausted, I thought I’d lay down, and the next thing I knew it was already morning.”

“You were already sound asleep by the time I got back, so I didn’t wake you. It was a long day, and you needed your rest.” His eyes skimmed appreciatively over her form again. His shirt was loose on her, but hell. It did little to hide her full breasts or her bare legs as she pushed the sheets back.

“So, what’s the plan?” she asked, standing up. His tee-shirt was so long on her, it reached down to the middle of her creamy thighs. Just hanging there temptingly. To know her skimpy little thong panties were hanging in the bathroom had his cock hardening. She was completely naked beneath his shirt—and wouldn’t he love to tug it off her right now and take her back to bed.

Convenient that there was one right there.

He tried not to stare at her legs as his gaze raked over her, but they were as stunningly sexy as the rest of her. All tempting curves and smooth, fair skin. And to know she was wearing nothing beneath it?

He cleared his throat.

Damn, she was beautiful first thing in the morning.

But he could keep his hands to himself.

“Are you hungry?” he asked.

He was hungry for a lot more than food, but that would have to wait.

“Starving, actually.”

“Me too. I figured I’d better wait for you though, seeing as that the owners of the bed and breakfast think we’re a couple and all.”

“I assume you abandoned the car last night if you were gone for that long. How are we going to get back to London?”

“We’re going to lie low for a couple of days,” he said casually.

“A couple of days?” she asked, her voice rising. She crossed the room toward him, her breasts bouncing. Her green eyes sparking. “What are we supposed to do? Just stay here?”

“That’s the plan. Maybe we can figure out what town is local and catch a cab there, but the police are all over this investigation. It’s best that we stay out of sight.”

“Oh, I’m sure you’ll love that,” she said, padding toward the bathroom. He could see the curve of her bottom beneath his shirt as she moved. One quick tug, and the globes of her cheeks would be exposed. He could caress his hand over her bare bottom, slide a little lower…

Damn it.

“It doesn’t exactly sound like something you’d enjoy,” she said.

“How do you figure that?” he asked, crossing the room and grabbing his tee shirt. Pretending her next-to-naked form wasn’t driving him crazy. “Stuck in a hotel room with a beautiful woman? I’ve been worst places.”

She poked her head back through the bathroom door. “You’re a man of action—even I can see that. You were spending your time off working as a matter of fact. A little ‘off-the-books’ work I believe you called it? You couldn’t even sit still for a minute. But waiting here in the middle of nowhere? I don’t think so. Not doing anything for a couple of days while you watch out for me isn’t exactly your cup of tea. And speaking of tea, I’d kill for some right now.”

He raised an eyebrow, watching her in amusement. How she’d gone from him being a man of action to needing a cup of tea in one breath was mind-boggling. “They serve breakfast downstairs, princess. That’s part of the whole ‘bed-and-breakfast’ thing I gather.”

“Well thank heavens for that. How are we supposed to act anyway? Just walk down there holding hands, all lovey-dovey? Act like we’re on a romantic holiday of sorts? You don’t strike me as the type of man used to having a partner.”

“A partner?”

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