Page 44 of Tempted by a SEAL

Emma turned ten shades of red.

“I’ll wait outside,” Mason said. “I can see you two need a minute.”

“What’s he doing here?” Emma asked, frantically scrambling for her clothes after Mason had shut the door. Hunter tried not to stare as she bent over the bed, plucking her discarded clothing from between the sheets. She turned away from him, pulling on her panties and bra, and he crossed over to her. Pulled her against him.

“We have to leave, but I’ll keep you safe,” he promised.

Unable to resist, he gently pushed some of her tousled hair away from her neck. Let his lips linger as he kissed her. With one arm wrapped securely around her slender waist, his other trailed lower, his hand cupping her sex. Her bare ass was perfectly on display in that sexy-as-fuck thong, and he wanted to curse at the God-awful timing of his SEAL team buddy’s arrival.

His fingers explored Emma’s sex teasingly, his knuckles running up and down her seam through the lace of her panties, and he enjoyed the little gasp of pleasure that escaped.

“Hunter,” she said breathlessly, “we have to go. Your friend is right outside.”

“He always did have bad timing,” Hunter agreed, pushing away her panties as he fingered her folds. Her silken arousal coated his fingers, making him groan, and he slid higher, focusing all of his attention on her clit.

His other hand cupped her breast, holding her to him, and her circled her swollen nub, enjoying the sight of his hand in her panties. He worked against her more quickly, murmuring into her ear, and she exploded, gasping in pleasure as he held her to him.

Reluctantly, he let her pull away. Enjoyed the flush of pleasure on her cheeks.

“My God, Hunter. I can’t even think straight when I’m around you.”

“That’s not a bad thing, gorgeous. I love hearing you cry out in pleasure.”

She gazed at him, her mouth partway open in surprise, and he imagined her taking him into her mouth. Kneeling before him while he ran his hands through all that silky hair, and pleasuring him until he spilled his seed.

Nope.

Not gonna happen right now.

He watched in fascination as she shimmied into her tight jeans. Turned toward him in her lace bra. He reluctantly handed her the cashmere sweater and ducked in for a quick kiss before he stuffed the rest of his belongings into his backpack.

“I can’t keep my hands off you,” he said. “This is going to be the damn longest flight in history.”

“What? Not a fan of the mile-high club?” she teased after she’d recovered from the orgasm he’d just given her, grabbing her own backpack.

“I’m 6’2”,” he muttered. “I’ve never seen that as a problem before, but trying to cram the two of us into a tiny little airplane bathroom? No matter how small you are, princess, it’s never gonna happen.”

“We’ll just have to wait until we’re in the States then.”

“It’s going to be one uncomfortable flight.”

Emma laughed. “Well at least we have a ride now,” she said. “I was beginning to wonder how we’d get to the airport anyway—we can’t exactly ring a taxi if we’re trying to sneak around, now can we?”

“Maybe not,” he said with a frown.

“What’s wrong?”

“Mason said this is all over the media.”

“Bloody hell,” she muttered. “So we can’t even sneak quietly out of the country?”

Hunter clenched his jaw. “We’ll see. I guess we’ll know more when we arrive at the airport. I’ll feel better when we’re back home.”

“Right. I’ll feel better when this entire incident is over.”

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Emma glanced around in amazement as they walked down the ramp of the plane onto the tarmac the next morning, taking in the military planes lined up in neat rows and personnel in uniforms walking around. Hunter ducked down, saying he needed a quick word with someone, and hurried ahead of her. She watched him walk off, shoulders square, all business.

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