Page 46 of Better Late Than Never

Interest and heat both sparked in his eyes. “You don’t think we are?”

“We don’t have to be. I can’t promise I’ve got another orgasm in me, but I’m pretty sure I can get another one out of you.”

Ooh, he liked that idea, that was for damn sure. “So you’re not bored of me yet?”

“Hardly. And like I said, I’m not in any hurry for this to be over.” I paused, then grinned. “Plus, I mean, if I stick around until after dark, I’m even less likely to be seen leaving.”

Connor laughed. “I like the way you think. Especially since the sun doesn’t go down until late.”

“So you don’t mind being stuck with me until like 2300 or so?”

He coasted his palm up my chest. “Do I look like I want to chase you out?”

“Well, no, but I don’t want to overstay my welcome.”

“Mmm, I don’t think that’s going to be an issue.” He curved his hand behind my neck and leaned in close. “Especially not if you make good on sucking me off later.”

I shivered as I kissed him softly. “I am nothing if not a man of my word.”

CHAPTER13

CONNOR

Coming to Spain had been an exercise in more culture shock than I’d anticipated. The buildings were different—more stucco walls and tile roofs than I’d ever seen in my life. The signs were different, from their shapes and colors to the words printed on them. Even having a meal in a restaurant wasn’t what I was used to thanks to the language barrier, knowing when a place would even be open, and when they were serving tapas versus dinner. The first couple of weeks had been overwhelming to say the least.

Returning to the now familiar world outside my house after the day I’d spent in bed with Alex felt a lot like those early days of fumbling and stumbling through an alien new world. It was like I’d been here before, but many years ago, and everything seemed just slightly different now. It reminded me of when I’d been down with the flu for a solid week during the last year of my marriage; re-emerging into the world had been almost as disorienting as the fever that had knocked me on my ass.

The drive from Sanlúcar to Rota had become as ordinary as the one I’d taken from my home in Virginia Beach to the base in Norfolk a million times. Today, it was like something out of a dream.

I knew why. Yesterday had been one of the hottest things I’d ever experienced, and coming back to earth after something like that left me off-balance and struggling to focus. I knew how and why I felt like this. The question was just… what now? Where did I go from here? Back on that hookup app? To another club? Just… stock up on lube and hope I didn’t actually develop tennis elbow? Ugh, I was a mess. An absolute?—

“Lieutenant Commander?”

I shook myself and looked up from the keyboard I’d been staring at. “Hmm?”

Leaning into my open doorway, HM2 Anderson studied me, a quizzical look on her face. “I just asked if you wanted some coffee.” She gestured over her shoulder. “I was heading to the breakroom to get some for myself.”

“Oh. Uh.” I blinked, then looked at the cup on my desk, which was not only empty—the dregs at the bottom were bone dry. “Coffee would be great, thanks.” I smiled sheepishly up at her as I handed over my cup. “I probably need it.”

“You said it, not me.”

I just rolled my eyes.

She laughed. “I’ll be right back.”

“Thanks, HM2.”

“Don’t mention it, sir.”

She left my office, and I covered my face with both hands. For fuck’s sake, Ineededto get my head together.

Yesterday was a one-time thing. It shouldn’t have even been that much, but I’d never been that attracted to someone in my life—especially not someone who was also apparently that attracted to me.

I want you again.

Every time Alex crossed my mind—which he didconstantly—that thought followed.

And every time, I’d run myself through all the very real and very non-negotiable reasons why yesterdaywasandhadto bea one-time thing. Even that much had been a risk.

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