A violent tremor coursed through him and buried his face in her curls, his whole body rigid with a shattering tension. The hand against her stomach slipped down, cupping her heat, his fingers sliding over her as he began stroking her.
With a slow, hot glide, he entered her, and Sienna lost her tenuous hold on reality.
A.J.’s hands came to her hips, holding her as he moved fiercely against her. She called out in a wild voice as she splintered a second time, arching against the length of A.J.’s powerful body.
With a strangled groan, he convulsed against her, clutching her hips. His body jackknifed as he pumped until his body went rigid and he achieved his release.
They collapsed into each other’s arms. A.J. pulled the covers over them once more. Their breathing slowed and a languorous feeling came over her. She curled against him, and it wasn’t long before she drifted off.
She woke with a start. Glancing at the bedside clock, she saw it was two o’clock Tuesday morning.
She got up and went to the bathroom. When she was finished, she’d had every intention of getting back into bed with him. She liked the idea of having breakfast with him in the morning. But as she was making her way around the bed, the open closet door caught her eyes. The uniform that hung there made her heart skip a beat.
Drawn to the Navy whites, she fingered the material and that edginess inside her returned. He’d done what she feared he would. Distracted her from her routine and the responsibility of her job. There was so much work on her desk, other cases she’d neglected since she’d met temping A.J.
Living in the San Diego area made it almost impossible not to be exposed to the military, especially the Navy. With Coronado just across the bridge, the nightclubs were filled with Navy personnel. Sienna wasn’t immune to the spit and polish of that type of man—dedicated, resourceful, and loyal.
But Special Forces were a different type altogether. And SEALs were in a class by themselves.
Best leave this as a surface thing and not spend the night in his arms. A whisper of panic shivered through her. There was something very intimate about waking up together, eating together.
She let go of the uniform, made her way over to her clothes, and dressed quickly. She paused and turned, taking one more look at him. With a hunger that was new to her, she slipped out the door.
CHAPTER6
Kate Quinn was at her desk, her head bent over a file folder.
“Hi, Kate,” Sienna said, setting down a grande mocha on her desk.
“Yum, thanks,” Kate said, pushing her tortoiseshell reading glasses into her thick blonde hair. She reached for the cup and took a sip of the coffee. She studied her friend. “I’m no trendsetter, but isn’t it a fashion gaffe to wear the same clothes twice?”
Sienna smiled and sat down in one of the chairs in front of her cluttered desk.
She sipped from her own chai tea. “I was with A.J. After I left his place, I couldn’t sleep, so I came here.”
Kate snorted and said, “Right. Our home away from home.” She took another sip and savored the taste. “So how goes it with the SEAL? Any trouble?”
“Yes, in that he’s still around. And no, in that he’s a really interesting guy.”
“Did you sleep with him yet?”
“Yes, I slept with him twice.”
“What’s wrong?” Kate studied Sienna’s face. “You’re not falling for this guy, are you?”
“Maybe a little. That’s really why I left. I was feeling…I don’t know…proprietary. He’s not mine. I told you both that A.J. and I weren’t compatible. There’s no future relationship for us.”
“But…?”
“I can’t deny that he makes me feel alive. I’ve never felt this way about a man, Kate. We didn’t even make it out of the building Friday night.”
“What? Details!”
“We had the most mind-blowing sex in the elevator. That was before he pulled strings with his senator father and got himself assigned to work this stolen military weapon case with me. His brother is involved, and it really looks like Buckner stole military weapons and is trying to sell them. I think he’s got a badass on his tail.”
“Right, the weapon that was taken off”—she consulted her notes—“Tyrone Knight. You asked me to check with the FBI on the serial number.”
Setting her tea aside, Sienna rested her elbows amid a maze of file folders and printouts. “That’s why I’m here. Have they called you back yet?”