Page 28 of The SEALs' Single Mom Baby Surprise

“What’d you do to the lights?” I poke at the anger that’s always just barely contained under the surface. At least when I’m nearby.

She just shakes her head, so I take it a step further, ready to incur her wrath as I bend down to capture her mouth in a kiss.

Her mouth is soft and pliable. Warm and sweet.

And responsive.

Her hand curls into the front of my shirt, toes propelling her up against me, and Sloane kisses me back.

Fuck. That’s not what I expected.

And now, I want more.

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SLOANE

When Shepard kisses me, I kiss him back. It’s instinct. Adrenaline. Fear. And he’s sturdy, holding onto me. I pull him closer.

I’ve so rarely felt safe like this, and I hate myself for the way Jack’s able to provoke that in me.

He obliges me easily, pressing us together, lifting me to the edge of a nearby table when my knees knock together.

Jack knows how to kiss. Not a surprise. What is a surprise is the heat tunneling through me, especially at how easily he steps between my knees to eliminate every inch of space between us.

A big hand sinks into my hair, his touch gentle as he tips my head back and deepens the kiss.

God almighty, my muscles are weak with wanting. Desire flares hot and hard as I open to his demanding tongue. A soft noise falls free.

It’s embarrassing.

But he groans in response. The sound vibrates through me, and arousal pools in my center.

I spread my hands across his broad, muscled chest. It’s softer than I expected.

He presses his other hand into my lower back, and my spine tingles from the sensation. I didn’t expect Jack to cradle me this way.

His teeth capture my lower lip in a soft bite, and I’m drowning in lust.

Then, the lights come on, and sense slams back into me.

Shepard takes a step back before I have to push him.Always reading me like a damn profiler. I bet that’s his usual job, not babysitting the likes of me.

His mouth is swollen and red from our kiss. His eyes are full of dirty thoughts before they sharpen.

I hop off the table and step past him. I can’t believe that just happened. That I let it. That I participated wholeheartedly in it.

I’m mortified. And all of that heat transforms into anger as I stomp away. I need to escape.

Shepard is on my heels. I can feel him more than hear him. He catches me at the end of a row of shelves, turning me back to him and his teasing smile. “Didn’t think you would taste so sweet.”

“Stop it. Just…” I shake my head, not even sure what I want to say about this. It’s too much on top of everything else, and I’m pretty sure it was a distraction tactic on his end. The same as this is now.

I march on, wishing I could outrun this even though I can’t.

Especially with how he stays on my heels the entire way, hovering as I grab my things and close down my computer.

Where are Rhett and Cole? Warren?

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