Page 10 of Stranded with a SEAL

Hell yeah.

“Where should we meet them?”

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Noah strode down the boardwalk fifteen minutes later, eyeing the restaurant up ahead. He’d rinsed off in one of the open showers along the beach, pulled on a shirt, and been ready in a few minutes. His swim trunks would dry quickly, and he wasn’t about to miss a chance to flirt with Bailey.

Bypassing the front door to go out to the back deck, he saw the tables filled with people. Some were in swim attire like himself, others were wearing street clothes. Virginia Beach was a casual town, and going from beach to boardwalk and back again made the outdoor decks and patios perfect to grab a bite to eat in between.

Mason was already seated next to Taylor at the table, his arm loosely draped over her shoulder, but Noah’s gaze landed on Bailey.

Blonde hair trailed over her bare shoulders, and she had on a sexy little sundress that looked better than some lingerie. It clung to her curves, putting her breasts perfectly on display, and making him want to examine her thoroughly.

Intimately.

Her sun-kissed skin wrapped in that fabric was sexy as hell. He wanted to undress her slowly, examining all that smooth, tan skin. Touching and tasting her. Discovering what she liked.

Her bare legs led to pink polished toes, and the flip-flops she had on somehow made her legs look even longer. All that bare, soft skin made him want to run his hands all over her. To caress and touch her until she was begging him for more.

Until she whimpered beneath him.

Noah grinned at them, pushing those thoughts aside, and sunk down into the empty chair.

He’d need another cold shower if this line of thinking continued.

“Why are you all wet?” Bailey asked, looking at him in amusement.

“I was down at the beach.”

She lifted her mimosa, and he watched her pink lips take a sip from the tall glass. God, those lips wrapped around a straw could’ve fucking killed him. He’d be imagining them wrapped around his dick all afternoon.

Something about Bailey was sexy as hell—the slight edge she had, the sensuousness of her movements.

She wasn’t even trying to be overtly sexy right now—she just was.

And that faint coconut scent she had was intoxicating and exhilarating.

“We saw you,” she said, her eyes concealed beneath the dark sunglasses she was wearing. “Running down to the water with a woman in your arms, I believe?”

He chuckled, scrubbing a hand over his jaw. “Guilty as charged. Jacob’s still down there with them—recent college grads who’ve never met a real Navy SEAL before. But I ditched them to come see you, sunshine.”

She shook her head slightly in disbelief, the small eyebrow ring she had on gleaming in the sunlight, but he caught the slight tug of her lips as she tried not to smile.

Noah’s gaze trailed over her, taking in the tiny row of piercings in her ear and the delicate skin of her neck. He wondered if she had any hidden piercings. Maybe a belly button piercing? Nipple rings?

He kept his gaze on her face, his groin tightening as he imagined what her nipples might look like. Holy hell. He didn’t really have a thing for women with body piercings, but somehow on her he had a feeling that it would be sexy as sin.

He’d love to explore and discover all of her one night.

To slowly kiss and caress her curves and eventually make her come undone beneath him.

“I’m coming down to Florida with you,” she said. “Taylor talked me into it earlier. Think you can handle me for a whole weekend?”

She raised her eyebrows, and he chuckled, the deep sound drawing attention from other patrons.

“The real question, sunshine, is can you handle an entire weekend with me?”

“I deal with drunken men every night, sailor. Nature of the job.”

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