His lips stole any reply I could’ve come up with. They latched onto my neck above my collar until he worked the shirt, belt, and combat pants open. Then he spun me around and stripped me bare.
“Hey!” I yelled when he snatched up all my clothes leaving me standing nude other than my boots and socks.
“That’s what you get for not following directions. Now take off those boots and socks.”
Heat flooded my face when he stepped back, looking me over from head to toe.
“Well, c’mon. Let’s eat.”
“I hope ass is on the menu first,” I grumbled taking off my socks and boots.
Laughter trailed after him on the way to the kitchen. Cabinet doors and drawers opened and closed without a word until he came back to me.
“You told me a month ago you were greedy, but I think you give hangry a new definition.”
“And that is?”
“Horny angry,” he said, setting the plates down, pulling out a chair, but sitting in another.
I stared at the chair, glancing from it to him.
“Yes, I pulled out your chair. My moms was adamant that we have manners. I’ve always pulled a chair out for a man I’m having dinner with. Get over it and sit.”
I did so begrudgingly, side-eyeing him as I sat. He opened takeout containers, dished food onto plates, lifting his brow at me as he filled mine.
“If you pull out a bib…”
“What the fuck are you on about?” he asked, the Boston showing up clear as day.
“Never mind,” I muttered when he slid my plate across the table.
I picked up my fork, digging into the food while trying to figure out how to suck up the words I spewed like an idiot. His gaze burned a hole in the side of my face.
“Oh shit,” he laughed, finally picking up his own fork. “I’m not a Daddy if that’s what you’re worried about.”
“You act like it.”
“Comes from being in a big fucking family. Everyone takes care of each other.”
I nodded as if I understood. No one had ever taken care of me. Just the small amount of care he’d shown me tonight sat weird.
“So what made you want to be a SEAL?”
“All I’ve ever wanted is to be a SEAL.”
He nodded. “Most of the guys say the same thing. Then there’s Parker…”
“Are the two of you…”
My eyes met his. “Are we…”
“Together.”
“If I’m with a person, I don’t fuck around.”
“That doesn’t answer my question.”
“And I’m not going to.”
