“No, she was angry. She had every right to be. I told her when she asked me that it might be difficult to get time off.”
“You really should make time, Sienna.”
“I know.” She was silent for a moment. “Let’s get back to San Diego.”
When they got in the car, she said, “Although I understand your motives, A.J., I need to know that you’re going to keep it together during this investigation. I need to be sure of the guy guarding my back.”
“You can be sure. I love my brother and I want to make sure he’s safe. But you have my word. No more foolish thoughts.”
* * *
The trip back was more leisurely, and they’d stopped for a quick dinner in Tijuana.
When they reached the division, A.J. got out of her car, but then leaned back in. The thought of being alone tonight didn’t appeal to him. He wanted Sienna wrapped around him. He needed that comfort.
“I want you to follow me back to my apartment.”
She looked up at him, her eyes flaring in the darkness. “A.J., I don’t think…”
“That’s right. Don’t think,” he said.
“But…”
“I don’t want to be alone. Please come home with me,” he pleaded. He wasn’t sure what he wanted from this woman, but he was very sure he wanted her close, skin-to-skin close.
“Lead the way,” she said softly.
In short order, he was unlocking his apartment door, kicking it shut with his foot.
He shrugged out of his jacket, but Sienna stayed his hand when he went for the buttons on his shirt. “Let’s take it slow.”
Her hands replaced his, the material pliable against her fingertips. A.J. nuzzled her temple, his gentle breath fanning the soft hairs away from her face.
“Do we have to go this slow?” he rasped softly.
“Impatient? Don’t SEALs have to lay in wait for sometimes hours on end?” she whispered, her mouth going to the heated steel muscles she bared. With each button she undid, she kissed the exposed skin, trailing her fingertips along his hard muscles.
He moaned softly on an indrawn breath when her tongue came out and licked his flat nipple. He swallowed as excitement coursed through him. “Do that again,” he told her.
She did, this time gently sucking the hard nub.
Breathing hard, his whole body jerked, his head falling back, his eyes closing in sensual rapture as a fiery heat gripped his groin in a tight flaming fist.
His whole body screamed and ached. She looked like a figment of his imagination; the soft illumination in the room seemed attracted to her like a diamond to light. Even light couldn’t resist her; how was he expected to? Just a man, a mortal man. Her eyes were luminescent green like moss glowing in the moonlight, the dark strands of her hair softly curving against her cheekbone. His hands itched to be buried in the soft mass.
“Hurry, Sienna, please,” he breathed the words and she responded in a husky voice.
“How do you ever get through a mission?”
Heat hit him smack in the stomach, geysered through him, turning his blood into volatile liquid.
She drew back, quickly stripping off her clothes. He felt his control slipping its bonds like a caged tiger escaping a hated prison. He hungered with a voracious appetite for the woman before him.
He wanted her beneath him.
Now.
Her hands swept over the wall of his chest and caressed every inch of his skin. His breathing quickened at the powerful feelings that threatened to overwhelm him.