Page 43 of Tempted by a SEAL

Chapter 8

The sound of a car door slamming in the parking lot startled Hunter awake. He blinked, seeing Emma’s red hair fanning across his chest. Feeling her curves tucked up against him. One of her slender legs was intertwined with his own, and her full breasts were pressed up against his side. He slid his hand down her back, allowing it to rest on her bare bottom. Loving the feel of her beside him.

She was so damn gorgeous nestled up against him, it practically hurt. There was just something right about having this woman here in bed with him. Normally he’d be happy to get up and be on his merry way after sex, but with her?

He craved more.

More of her cries as he pleasured her. More of his cock sinking deep into that hot, wet channel, right where he belonged. He needed more time to palm her full breasts, caress her soft skin, and let his lips and tongue thoroughly explore every square inch of her.

The bed and breakfast was otherwise quiet, but he heard footsteps crossing the gravel in the parking lot. The faint sound of voices. Emma’s long hair tickled his bare chest as she stirred slightly in her sleep, and he reluctantly rolled her to the side so that she was lying beside him. Her bare breasts were so tempting, it was all he could do not to bend down and kiss her until she awoke.

Part her creamy thighs and enjoy round two and round three.

Instead, he tugged a blanket up over her and stood, grabbing his boxer briefs from where he’d discarded them earlier. He tugged them over his still semi-hard erection, groaning.

Worry niggled the back of his mind as he heard footsteps, and he pulled on his cargo pants, tucking his gun into the back of his waistband.

He grabbed his phone from the nightstand, where it had lay unnoticed while he and Emma had made love, and clenched his jaw at the multiple texts he’d gotten from Mason. He quickly thumbed through his texts, his gaze narrowing.

Change of plans. I’m picking you up.

Flight leaves tonight.

Answer your damn phone.

Viper pinpointed your location. On my way.

Hunter grumbled, running a hand through his cropped hair. What the fuck had happened while he’d fallen asleep? And why had his SEAL teammate Noah “Viper” Miller needed to track him down?

Every man on the team had an area they specialized in, and Viper was their computer whiz. Mason handled their navigation in the field, and Hunter was the Delta SEAL team leader.

Shit.

He crossed to the window of the room, peering into the parking lot. There was only one additional vehicle there, and no one lingering around. A second later, there was a knock on the bedroom door. Hunter sauntered over, pulling it open and shooting Mason a look that could kill.

Mason’s gaze didn’t miss Emma’s sleeping form on the bed, and he smirked. “Sorry to interrupt.”

“What the hell is going on?” Hunter asked in a low voice.

“Good to see you, too,” Mason said.

“Very funny, asshole. I thought you were already on a flight back home by now.”

“Change of plans—we’re heading out tonight. The shit really hit the fan when those men stormed into Emma’s parents’ home. It’s all over the media—Emma’s face as well. The CO thought it was better that we both got back right away, so I came to get you. And the Brits know you’re watching Emma—they’re on board with getting her out of the country.”

“Spectacular,” he said. “Let me get dressed.”

“Yeah, looks like I may have interrupted something good,” he said, clearing his throat. “Sorry about that.”

“No need to be sorry,” Hunter said.

He crossed the room and grabbed his tee shirt, then bent over Emma’s sleeping form, holding the blanket in place to make sure she remained covered.

“Emma,” he said quietly. “Time to wake up.”

“What?” she asked sleepily, her gaze widening as she saw Mason hovering in the doorway. “What’s going on?”

“Get ready. We’re rolling out.” He turned, then remembered he’d stuck her panties into his pocket. He grabbed the lacy thong and handed it back as Mason chuckled.

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