Liberty laughs because she knows that no one on the team is a punk. Every one of Agile’s men is solid. I still hate the idea of her being here alone with any of the single guys.
Trying not to think, I divide the cheesecake down the center. “There. Now it’s fair.”
She laughs softly, dragging her fork through her half. “This feels illegal somehow.”
“It’s definitely against SEAL nutrition guidelines,” I mutter.
“That’s not what I meant.”
She shoots me straight in the part of me I thought was dead.
When I should, I don’t pull away. I don’t create space.
If anything, I lean in. Just a fraction.
The air between us tightens. Warm enough to fog the damn stone walls.
“Yeah,” I murmur, barely recognizing my own voice. “I feel the same.”
She looks into her mug, smiling like she can feel exactly what’s happening.
“This is delicious,” she says, and I’m certain she’s not talking about the food or the drink.
CHAPTER 9
My gaze falls to his hands, and there’s definitely an increase in the warmth in my stomach. They look capable.
Which I know he is. He’s a former SEAL, just like my brother. Strong of mind. Capable body. Fierce and brave.
And…trying his best to fight this thing between us.
Part of me loves the resistance Spence has in his eyes.
The other part wishes he’d just KISS me.
And that need is growing with every second he stands just a foot away, looking down at me, fighting to keep his eyes off my breasts, my lips, my hands.
I don’t know what he’s feeling right now, but I’m on fire.
The hot cocoa burns going down, but the added peppermint schnapps creates a pleasant warmth that spreads through every inch of my chest and belly.
“Mmmm, I’m warm now. You know the way to a girl’s heart.”
Spence's hazel turn almost predatory before he looks away.
The kitchen suddenly feels smaller despite being designed to accommodate professional caterers.
It’s like all my senses have been magnified tenfold.
Every breath he takes is palpable. The scent of his skin is a drug. His body heat is magnetic.
I’m awash in everything Spence.
We’re finally alone.
He drinks from his mug with deep draws, I sip, and eat cheesecake, and the tension gets so thick, I wonder if we might need a chainsaw.
“Should we pick our rooms?” I ask with a laugh. “No competing this time.”
