might come without Fantasy Man ever making it to third base.
The masculine snore in her ear was proof that she was awake. Her brain had more sense than to invite a dream lover who snored. Andâshe assessed the situationâhogged the bed. Judging by the light in the room, it was approximately the ass-crack of dawn, a guess confirmed by a bleary-eyed stare at the clock on the nightstand. Six in the morning. Even without rolling over, she knew who her companion was. Levi had an impressive set of scars on his forearm, plus there was zero chance of anyone else breaking into her villa when he was around. Even if he hadnât let himself in and made himself at home in her bed, heâd have been camped out on the porch on self-imposed guard duty. Once a SEAL, always a SEAL.
The man certainly wasnât easy to overlookânor was the impressive erection tucked against her butt. The close contact must have short-circuited every last brain cell she had, because she actually took a moment to enjoy. Followed by a second moment and a third. There was plenty of Levi to appreciate.
She meant to drop-kick the man out of her bed so fast that his head spun, but instead, somehow, she wiggled back against him in a shameless move that felt damned good. Worse, the man did some kind of sliding thing that actually made her moan, which was the exact opposite of serving him an eviction notice.
Admittedly, it had been far too long since sheâd had sex of any kind. And it had been even longer since sheâd had mind-blowing, toe-curling, hot sex. She was busy. Had a big job interview coming up. And she had a major corruption hearing to prep for. Those were all perfectly logical explanations for her lack of a sex lifeâand for why she was actually thinking about taking advantage of the hunky SEAL currently sprawled in her bed.
Even if said SEAL was Levi Brandon.
Her accidental, pain-in-the ass, temporary husband.
She could have sex with him, her libido suggested, and then kill him. After all, why waste a perfectly good SEAL?
âBrandon,â she growled to drown out her baser impulses.
âMorning to you, too.â He nipped her ear, and nerve endings she hadnât even known she possessed zinged to life. Why couldnât his reputation as the hottest US Navy SEAL stud ever to come out of Coronado be even a wee bit exaggerated?
âI donât recall inviting you to come in and make yourself at home.â
âNope,â he said huskily, agreeable as always. She couldnât remember a time when sheâd seen him angry. âBut Iâm a self-serve kind of guy.â
She fought the urge to sink back into him. He might be self-serving when it came to letting himself inside the villaâand sheâd be finding out exactly how heâd done that laterâbut heâd also be the kind of guy who made sure his partner had a darn good time. Her girl bits leaped to life, suggesting she put him to the test. Just once.
âKeep your penis to yourself,â she snapped, reluctantly rolling away from him. Or trying to. His arm tightened, keeping her pinned in place.
He grinned down at her. âAnd here I thought you were checking to make sure I wasnât cheating.â
âNot a chance in hell,â she bit out. Her brain didnât get that memo, however. Oh, no. Her stupid, sex-deprived, overactive imagination immediately played her a full-color porn flick in which she slapped a hand on said penis. Squeezed. Ran her palm up and down the hard length until he was slick and they were both moaning. The fantasy was a little high school but God, it worked for her.
âYou gonna spank me if Iâm bad?â The rough rumble in her ear just made her melt further. Holy gods, but the man was trouble. From the smile in his voice, he knew it, too. There was a lesson in that.
âIn your dreams.â
âI do have great dreams,â he allowed. She didnât need to see his face to
The masculine snore in her ear was proof that she was awake. Her brain had more sense than to invite a dream lover who snored. Andâshe assessed the situationâhogged the bed. Judging by the light in the room, it was approximately the ass-crack of dawn, a guess confirmed by a bleary-eyed stare at the clock on the nightstand. Six in the morning. Even without rolling over, she knew who her companion was. Levi had an impressive set of scars on his forearm, plus there was zero chance of anyone else breaking into her villa when he was around. Even if he hadnât let himself in and made himself at home in her bed, heâd have been camped out on the porch on self-imposed guard duty. Once a SEAL, always a SEAL.
The man certainly wasnât easy to overlookânor was the impressive erection tucked against her butt. The close contact must have short-circuited every last brain cell she had, because she actually took a moment to enjoy. Followed by a second moment and a third. There was plenty of Levi to appreciate.
She meant to drop-kick the man out of her bed so fast that his head spun, but instead, somehow, she wiggled back against him in a shameless move that felt damned good. Worse, the man did some kind of sliding thing that actually made her moan, which was the exact opposite of serving him an eviction notice.
Admittedly, it had been far too long since sheâd had sex of any kind. And it had been even longer since sheâd had mind-blowing, toe-curling, hot sex. She was busy. Had a big job interview coming up. And she had a major corruption hearing to prep for. Those were all perfectly logical explanations for her lack of a sex lifeâand for why she was actually thinking about taking advantage of the hunky SEAL currently sprawled in her bed.
Even if said SEAL was Levi Brandon.
Her accidental, pain-in-the ass, temporary husband.
She could have sex with him, her libido suggested, and then kill him. After all, why waste a perfectly good SEAL?
âBrandon,â she growled to drown out her baser impulses.
âMorning to you, too.â He nipped her ear, and nerve endings she hadnât even known she possessed zinged to life. Why couldnât his reputation as the hottest US Navy SEAL stud ever to come out of Coronado be even a wee bit exaggerated?
âI donât recall inviting you to come in and make yourself at home.â
âNope,â he said huskily, agreeable as always. She couldnât remember a time when sheâd seen him angry. âBut Iâm a self-serve kind of guy.â
She fought the urge to sink back into him. He might be self-serving when it came to letting himself inside the villaâand sheâd be finding out exactly how heâd done that laterâbut heâd also be the kind of guy who made sure his partner had a darn good time. Her girl bits leaped to life, suggesting she put him to the test. Just once.
âKeep your penis to yourself,â she snapped, reluctantly rolling away from him. Or trying to. His arm tightened, keeping her pinned in place.
He grinned down at her. âAnd here I thought you were checking to make sure I wasnât cheating.â
âNot a chance in hell,â she bit out. Her brain didnât get that memo, however. Oh, no. Her stupid, sex-deprived, overactive imagination immediately played her a full-color porn flick in which she slapped a hand on said penis. Squeezed. Ran her palm up and down the hard length until he was slick and they were both moaning. The fantasy was a little high school but God, it worked for her.
âYou gonna spank me if Iâm bad?â The rough rumble in her ear just made her melt further. Holy gods, but the man was trouble. From the smile in his voice, he knew it, too. There was a lesson in that.
âIn your dreams.â
âI do have great dreams,â he allowed. She didnât need to see his face to
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