Page 7 of Justice for the SEAL
Normally, she was good for splitting a bottle of wine over dinner, but this was out of hand. She’d gone in search of numbness and had found sweetoblivion.
Her eyes shot across the dance floor to where April gyrated against a man with light brown skin and short curly hair. She wondered if her friend would takehimhome.
I wish I coulddothat.
After the stress of this day, Royce’s disappearance and the brush of death on the edges of her life, she desperately needed humancontact.
She wanted tomakelove.
That’s when she noticed a man looking at her. A young guy, maybe thirty, with a body like a department store mannequin. She resisted the urge to look behind her for the younger, more attractive girl he wasgawkingat.
Let itbeme.
Her eyes wandered over that beautiful body of his. The men she dated were long past that strong and sexy stud phase. Sure, most of them were fit, taking good care of themselves and aging as well as they could, but you just didn’t find a forty-five-year-old guy who looked like that guy did overthere.
Not evenclose.
Did the women he dated know how good they had it? With his ready erection and what she was sure must be his endless energy? Hell, she couldn’t even remember the last time she dated a man who didn’t have at least some gray hair. If he had any hairatall.
Time was hardonmen.
Hardon.
She laughed to herself and the man cocked his head, his stare questioning. She raised her glasstohim.
If you only knew what I was thinkingrightnow.
He headedGemma’sway.
Fuck.
He was incredibly tall and he walked like a big cat, all sway and muscle. When he reached her he bent down and said in her ear, “What’s sofunny?”
He smelled like the quintessential male, as if nature had created him to lure her like a flower lured the bees. “Honestly? You don’t wanttoknow.”
“That makes me want to know even more. Do you want todance?”
“No.” She held her hands up to ward him off. “I’m not adancer.”
“Then just hang on to me.” He took her hand and pulled her onto the dance floor, never breaking their stare. She liked the feel of his long, strong fingers wrapped around hers. Was it true what they said about the size of a man’s hands and the size of his penis? She giggled again. So damndrunk.
There was a bandage on his hand. “What happened?” sheasked.
“Justaburn.”
He took her in his arms, swaying to the beat. She copied him. “Relax,” he said, his voice smokyanddeep.
Why the hell not? Her eyes were stuck on his chest, and she longed to feel it with her hands. Her insides were melting like candle wax next to a flame. What would those sculpted muscles feel like under her eagerfingers?
Stop it,Gemma.
She shouldn’t be thinking about this guy like that. Not when it was making her heart race and her back arch, so that her breasts jutted forward againsthisbody.
“You’re very beautiful,”hesaid.
She opened her mouth to shrug off the compliment but his stare dropped to her lips and she froze. There was so much sex in that one single look—more sex than she’d had in her bed for the last few years, easily—and shewantedit.
She wanted allofit.
