She looked at him. “You’re not going to argue?”
“Nope. But after we check in, before you shower, even, you have to call him. We’ll pick a place to meet for breakfast, and we’ll set the time to meet, right then.”
“You really want to get rid of me, don’t you?” Maddie asked.
Dingo slid down off the trunk. “Not taking that bait, love. Not gonna dignify that shite with any kind of response.”
“I’m so sorry,” she said.
“I love you,” he told her. “Get in the car.”
The bed was in better shape than Pete first thought.
Of course, the fact that Shayla was in it—with him, beneath him, tightly clenched around him—sure as hell didn’t hurt.
Her fingers were in his hair as her gorgeous body strained up to meet him, and her tongue was in his mouth, entangled with his.
He was glad they’d driven out here—and obviously not just because it meant they’d be meeting Maddie far earlier in the morning than they otherwise might’ve. He couldn’t imagine the sheer frustration of being in Shay’s house right now, surrounded by a crowd, and wanting her with no hope of doing…
Exactly…
This.
“Oh, Peter,” she breathed as she came beneath him, around him, and he came, too, in a rush of heat.
“Jesus, we’re a good fit,” he said when he could finally speak, and she laughed.
“We are very,verygood at this,” she agreed, smiling up into his eyes.
Ask for what you want….
“Can we talk—seriously?” Pete asked. “About what really happens to us—to our friendship—if Maddie takes me up on my offer to move to Palm Springs?” Just say it. “Because I feel like we’re just getting started here, and…I don’t want this to end.”
She didn’t answer right away, which wasn’t all that good of a sign. She was choosing her words again, but she was still running her fingers through his hair, so it wasn’t all bad. “I’ve done long-distance,” she finally told him. “Carter traveled a lot, as a musician. That’s partly what split us up. It’s not easy.”
“The only easy day was yesterday.”
She smiled at him. “Hoo-yah!”
He nodded. “Hoo-yah.”
“You SEALs can be pretty freaking pompous.”
“Maybe,” he said, laughing, “but we’ve earned it. You should come see what BUD/S training looks like, up close.”
She looked startled. “Are you inviting me to visit you at work?”
Pete nodded, but then shrugged. “Assuming I’m not in Palm Springs.”
“Yes, that,” she said. “How doesone day at a timesound?”
Pete nodded. “It sounds good,” he said, shifting off of her and carefully pulling himself free.
She made a little noise—a little murmur of dismay—and he had to smile as he quickly disposed of the condom he’d been wearing. “Andthatsounds even better,” he said as he came back to her and kissed her. Her lips, her throat, her breasts—he got distracted, but only temporarily, because he was a man on a mission.
Shayla shivered as he kept going, all the way to the soft insides of her thighs. He stopped there to say, “You know, the woman in your book—Loretta—she’s missing out. Jack’s magic penis means that he never has to go down on her.”
She laughed and propped herself up on her elbows.“Hastogo down on her,” she repeated. “Not the best collection of words in the Giant Lexicon of Romantic Words.I have to go down on you,Jack told Loretta as he checked his to-do list of weekend chores.But first I have to clean the refrigerator, pick up the dry cleaning, and wash the dog.”
