Tempting SEALs 6 - Atlanta Heat

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//-->Atlanta HeatByLora LeighPrologueChapter OneChapter TwoChapter ThreeChapter FourChapter FiveChapter SixChapter SevenChapter EightChapter NineChapter TenChapter ElevenEpiloguePrologueSome women a man knew to stay the hell away from. It was a self-preservation thing. Survivalinstinct. The lone wolf that reveled in its independence and sexual freedom knew when it wasstaring in the eyes of a sensual trap. A woman capable of making the male animal stand up, takenotice, and tremble in his military boots.Mason "Macey" March was a man who liked to live on the edge, though. He was all about thechallenge, the risk, the excitement, whether it was a mission or a woman, or a terrorist out todestroy the world. He was a man who stared out at life with a defiant snarl and dared it to takefirst blood.He was a man staring at his own destruction, and he had enough sense to recognize it, and to beequally terrified and drawn to it. Like a spectator to a train wreck. It was going to be bloody. Itwas going to be a mess. But he couldn't look away because she had him by his soul and he knewit. One kiss. That was all it was going to take. One touch and he was going to be a goner. He wasaching to touch.Hazel green eyes twinkled mischievously over lightly freckled cheeks. Lush lips curvedenchantingly, and made a man wonder about things that mouth could do even as it threatened thefit of his dress whites.Softly curved, temptingly delicate, and trouble with a capital T. Messing with this woman wasthe ultimate insanity, but no one had ever accused him of being sane."You know Lieutenant March," she drawled in seductive Southern. "You could always slip out theback door. I bet the admiral won't even realize you're gone."He stared down at her, eating up the vision of her below the neck even as he kept his gaze steadyon hers. Wasn't a chance in hell he was going to let the admiral catch him leering at hisgoddaughter's ample breasts. The way the sapphire blue silk clung to them, held over the lusciousmounds with the tiniest of straps. Her long chestnut hair fell down her back in thick soft wavesmaking his hands itch to touch it."Sweetheart, the admiral would fry important portions of my anatomy if I dared." He attempted tosmile, but he was damned close to swallowing his tongue as he caught sight of those sweetlycurved mounds lifting in a sigh. If he wasn't mistaken, there was a sheen of moisture popping onhis brow as he fought to control the hardon threatening beneath his slacks. This wasn't the bestplace to prove to the admiral that he really was nothing more than a dog panting after a pair ofpretty tits, as the bastard had recently accused him of being.He didn't pant after tits. He revered them. Worshipped them. He was nearly drooling over them.Maybe that did make him a dog.He watched Miss Emerson Delaney smile. A playful curve of her lips that was a warning in andof itself. And beneath that silk was the faintest hint of nipples hardening."You know, I could help you sneak away," she whispered playfully. "Admiral Holloran is, after all,my godfather. I'll make your excuses. You aren't looking well, you know." She was laughingat him. Playfully. In amusement. But she was getting a kick out of the fact that he didn't dare pissthe admiral off at this point. He'd already been busted down in rank for one misdemeanor; hedidn't need to get brought down again because Emerson was in the mood to play."Don't do me any favors, imp," he growled.She pouted back at him playfully. "But Macey, doing you a favor would just make my daycomplete. Didn't you know that?"He snorted. Likely story. If he didn't get the hell away from her the admiral would barbeque hisass."Do me a favor then and find someone else to harass, kid," he told her. "I'm in enough trouble."He caught the narrowing of her eyes as he made his escape, quickly. Before he lost control andlet his gaze drop to those incredible breasts.Okay, so he was a tit man. He couldn't help it, and she had the most incredible set he'd ever seen.He drew in a quick, fortifying breath as he made his way through the ballroom, the foyer, thenquickly entered the silent, empty study that the admiral made available to his men during thesejackass parties his sister insisted on throwing in his name. Holloran should get married orsomething, to a nice shy little wife who didn't like parties instead of letting his sister run hissocial life.He stalked across the room to the bar, pulled a glass from the shelf, and splashed in a healthydose of whisky as he heard the door snick open behind him. And he knew. Hell, he knew whowas back there.He tossed back the whisky. "Go back outside and play, little girl." He grimaced as he caught sight ofher in the mirror over the bar. "You're biting off more than you can chew this time."He'd known her for years. Known her and avoided her and lived in dread and in anticipation ofthe chance to touch her."I had a message for you." Her voice wasn't teasing this time, it was a chilly snap. A proper,aristocratic, holier than thou, kiss my ass, whiplash of sound.It made his dick hard. Made his balls draw tight in hunger and his fingers curl with the need totouch."So what's the message?" He rubbed his hand over his face before glancing at the mirror again.She was leaning against the door, her eyes were glittering with anger, and those lush lips weretight with irritation.She opened the little evening bag she carried and drew a slip of paper free, extending it to him asshe crossed the room, then slapping it into his open palm.Then, he made the biggest mistake of his life. He didn't just take the paper and tuck it in thepocket of his slacks. And he sure wasn't dumb enough to read it. Oh hell, no. With his free hand,he gripped her wrist and jerked her to him, shoving the note in his pocket with the other and then, [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]