Page 29 of Protected By The Green Berets

I grinned because I knew what was coming and looked forward to it. Her defiance was making this more fun. Keller backing me up just further sealed her fate. I wanted her to try to resist me. She would fail, naturally, but it would make the conquest that much more sweet.

Zinnia’s jaw dropped. “You guys don’t get to tell me where I’m sleeping,” she insisted.

“You can come on your own or I’ll make you.” My grin widened as I thought about the double meaning behind my words.

The look on her face told me she was aware of what I’d done. Giving a huff of frustration, she walked past me with her chin held high.

I followed and shut the door behind us. A knock sounded before I’d made it a step. Opening the door, I took the bag Rush handed me.

“Figured she’d want that.” He looked a little miffed that I’d taken the first night with her, but that asshole got to sleep with her on the plane. It was my turn.

Shutting the door again, I tossed her the bag. She caught it and started rummaging around in it for clothes to sleep in and her toothbrush. She shoved past me on her way to the bathroom in the hall.

That’s it, stay defiant. It’s going to be so much sweeter.

Once she was finished I took care of my business then walked back into the room. She had on little sleep shorts that showed off what seemed like miles of long toned legs. My dick hardened at the sight. Her little tank top didn’t hide much either. It stopped just below her tits, leaving her belly bare. My mouth was watering to get a taste of her. I wasn’t sure whether she hadn’t expected to be sleeping in the same room with us when we got over here, or if she was trying to drive me insane by showing off her body.

I knew she didn’t understand why all of a sudden I was showing interest in her. When we’d first met, I’d been determined to keep her at arm’s length and not give in to my attraction to her. After spending a week with her—one Goddamn week was all it took—I knew there was no way I could resist her. I had to claim her now, before she got other ideas in that sexy brain of hers. I liked that she was smart and capable. We all did. The last thing we’d want over here would be some bimbo. That would get us all killed.

Now that we were out of the U.S. and off the base, things got a little easier. Once we got into Iraq the only rules were those our team made. Sure there were protocols, however, we had the right to complete our mission how we saw fit. For the most part. There were a few rules we couldn’t break, but none of those pertained to fucking your teammate. As far as I knew, that didn’t come up very often.

Zinnia caught me devouring her with my eyes. “I get hot when I sleep,” she said by way of explanation.

“Don’t have to explain to me,” I told her. “I like the view.”

“What are you wearing to bed?” she asked, eyeing the jeans and t-shirt I still had on. We hadn’t worn our uniform on the flight and we wouldn’t on tomorrow’s flight either. In fact, from here on out we were going to be wearing a different set of uniforms. Tan pants and shirts. They’d keep us cooler and we wouldn’t need to worry about drawing attention with our military uniforms.

Flicking open the button on my jeans, I looped my thumbs in the waistband and tugged them down. Her eyes widened when she saw my dick straining against the fabric of my boxer briefs. There wasn’t much I could do about that, not that I would. Not with her looking like a goddamn snack as she got ready for bed. It was best she knew exactly what she was doing to me. And what she would be working with.

I reached behind me and grabbed a hold of the back of my shirt, stripping it off. She’d frozen near the bed, watching me with heat simmering in her eyes. I liked that her eyes followed me as I repacked my bag, neatly tucking away my dirty clothes at the bottom of it.

“You can’t sleep in that,” she said, her voice husky and nearly breathless, as I came toward the bed.

“If you can sleep in that, Mouse, then I can sleep in this. Get in.” I motioned to the bed.

She’d be sandwiched between me and the wall, exactly where I wanted her. Her pink tongue darted out to lick her lips and it took everything inside of me not to toss her onto the bed and pin her there while I tasted those full lips again.

I wanted to taste every inch of her body, but we needed to get some sleep. I’d promised myself that I’d at least try to behave. For now.

She bent over to pull the covers back, those little shorts riding up higher on her ass, and my eyes rolled heavenward. How the fuck was I supposed to keep my hands off her? She clamored over the bed and tucked herself right up against the wall.

Grinning, I followed her in. I was a big man and this was a little bed. If she thought scooting all the way over was going to keep her out of my arms, she was sorely mistaken. I turned off the lamp, draping the room in darkness. I could still see the outline of her thanks to moonlight filtering in through the window.

I rolled onto my side, manhandling her onto hers as well, and tucking her back up against my body. My hard cock was nestled against her ass.

She puffed out a breath. “You don’t have to spoon me.”

“Want to,” I muttered, eyes closed. When she shifted, then moved again, rubbing her ass against my dick, I had to grit my teeth. “Hold still and go to sleep.”

She wriggled again, so I tossed my leg over hers, effectively pinning her to the mattress.

“I’m not comfortable,” she whispered.

I jostled her a little, rolling her a bit more on her back. It still left plenty of her delicious curves pressing against me. I replaced my arm over her waist and my leg over hers.

She grumbled under her breath, but shut her eyes. Soon her breathing evened out. I laid there in the dark, trying to sleep. I let my hand smooth down her silky thigh, freezing when she moaned in her sleep.

My brows shot up. Was her reaction from my touch, or her dreams? Trailing my fingertips back up over her skin, a smug smile tugged at my lips when she groaned again. Definitely my touch. That stroked my ego more than a bit.

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