Page 8 of Justice for the SEAL
She lifted her chin and met his mouth in a scorching kiss. He tasted like liquor and he smelled like spicy leather, an intoxicating fragrance she wanted to inhale and keep foreverinsideher.
Still the music played, the pounding beat resonating between her legs, seemingly in sync with the steady pulse that hammered there. The room fell away, leaving just the two of them and her body’s overwhelming response tothisman.
His hands were around her waist, pulling her tightly against him, and his hard body felt every bit as good as she’d hoped itwould.
She should stop. Shouldn’t she? The petulant child inside her rebelled. Other people got to do these things, have these experiences. Hell, April did it all the time. How come she never could? The answer to her unspoken question rose up in her mind, the same answer she’d relied on to get her life back on track after theaffair.
Walk the straight andnarrow.
Don’t do anythingreprehensible.
Nocasualsex.
Expect everything to come out in the open, and when it does, know that you will be able to hold yourheadhigh.
His mouth moved to her neck, and her head fell back with the glorious sensation. Maybe just this once she could live her life without her past dictating what she should do. Maybe just for this night she could be someone who wasn’t so goddamncareful.
She needed to be touched,desperately.
One hand snaked up her back while the other moved lower, cupping her bottom and pulling her firmly against his erection. When she would have moved back, he whispered inherear.
“You’re so fucking hot. Do you know that? Do you see what you’re doingtome?”
She knew it was a line. Probably one he’d used a hundred times, but she didn’t care. She wanted to be that person. Wanted to be capable of driving a guy like this crazy withdesire.
You’re drunk,Gemma.
Gohome.
Yes, that’s what she needed to do. Quickly, before she could changehermind.
She pushed away from him, surprised when the movement made her head swim. She needed to find April. She would pull her back from this cliff she wanted to jump off. That’s what friends were for. “I need to go to theladies’room.”
He nodded and yelled over the music, “I’llwaithere.”
Spinning around, her eyes raked over the crowd. Was it darker in here than it had been before? Everything seemed more intense, overwhelming. She pushed through people, her body seeming to brush intimate parts of everyone as she made her way off the dance floor. She hated this shit, hated danceclubs.
Why the hell did I let April bringmehere?
She caught sight of her friend up ahead, and pulled her away from the man she was dancing with, into theladies’room.
“What’s wrong?” askedApril.
“I want togohome.”
“Really?” She laughed. “Because you looked like you’re having one hell of a time withthatguy.”
“Yeah. Ten more minutes of making out and my clothes would be all over thefloor.”
“Would that besobad?”
“I don’t evenknowhim.”
“Some of the best sex of my life was with guys Ididn’tknow.”
Gemma rolled her eyes. “You know I can’t dothisshit.”
April dug in her purse and withdrew a condom. “Au contraire. You can do this shit, and I think youshould.”
