Her.
In his bed.
Except now he wanted a chance to prove they fit. And she knew the truth. She wasn’t someone’s missing puzzle piece.
Are you sure? Maybe six feet plus of naked Navy SEAL is your perfect fit?
Part of her wished to take him up on his offer. She wanted to let down her guard and open herself to the possibility that maybe one day she could surrender her heart to this man.
He’ll crush it.
“Natalie?”
She stared at the very aroused warrior who’d driven her crazy for years. “I’m not looking for an endless slumber party. Tell me how you want to take me tonight. And if that’s not enough for you, then I’ll go.”
“I’m not going to turn and walk away from you.” He closed the space between them.
Temptation rose up and threatened to overwhelm her. But she held back. She didn’t sink into his arms and melt at those words. They were just words. They’d traded so many since they’d left Coronado, weaving stories together.
“What do you want?” she said.
He reached for her. His hands skimmed the back of her thighs as he pulled her close and then lifted her up. She wrapped her arms around his neck, allowing him to guide her legs into position around his hips. Strong hands palmed her bottom, holding her in place.
“I want to get you wet,” he growled.
“Done,” she murmured, looking straight into his blue eyes. Couldn’t he feel her wet and ready against his erection?
“All of you.” He pivoted and carried her into the bathroom.
She looked around the space, resisting the temptation to rub up against the hard length nestled between her legs. The large, square shower stall stood in the corner, and he headed straight for it with her still wrapped around him.
He pinned her against the glass wall that separated the shower from the rest of the bathroom, holding her up with one powerful arm. He pushed the shower door open with the other, reached inside, and turned on the water.
She ran one hand down over his bicep. “Even when I was trying to ignore you while I worked and you sat across the bar, I always noticed the way your T-shirts hugged your muscles. You must have caught me looking once or twice.”
“I never noticed,” he said, turning her away from the shower and resting her backside on the edge of the sink. “I was too busy staring at your ass.”
He claimed her mouth, his tongue sweeping past her lips and touching hers. His hands glided up her legs and pushed her thighs further apart as his lips moved over her jaw and down her neck. His touch shifted higher and higher, until he reached her breast. Then he ran his palms over her nipples.
“Jack,” she gasped as she leaned back—and nearly fell into the sink.
“Reach behind you,” he said, his tone rough as he released her breasts and guided her arms into position. “Hold on to the faucets.”
She obeyed, placing one hand on the cold and the other on the hot. He pulled her hips forward and pressed her thighs wide, opening her body to him.
“Don’t move.” His gaze roamed over her as he reached for an open black bag on the counter and retrieved a condom.
“Here?” she said, feeling the muscles in her arms work to keep her from sinking into the basin.
“I can’t wait for the shower to warm up.” He stepped back, desire burning bright in his blue eyes as he tore open the packet and rolled the condom over his cock. “I want you like this.”
She let out a laugh. “I offer you anything and you choose the bathroom sink?”
“Trust me.” He moved between her legs. Hands on hips holding her steady, he thrust into her.
“Jack,” she gasped.
“Hold on tight,” he ordered.