A SEAL in Wolf’s Clothing by Terry Spear

they’d fought over the last one.
    She had to force herself to sit still on the bench and not lick her lips more than she’d already done, or to show just how interested she was in crunching down on that first mouthful of melted chocolate and marshmallow sandwiched between graham crackers.
    Finn glanced over at her and smiled. “Won’t be much longer now.”
    Did she look as eager as she felt? Or was he just guessing?
    He slid the marshmallow onto the graham cracker and partially melted chocolate and handed it to her. “See what you think.”
    While she eagerly ate hers, not feeling any remorse that she got to sample the decadent dessert first, he fixed her another.
    “What about yours?” she asked, still savoring every bite of s’more. She was in heaven, which almost made her forget she would have been trying to learn more about a potential mate tonight, if not for Finn’s untimely arrival and news about an assassin. “Oh,” she moaned with ecstasy. “Forget I intimated anything about you having the next one. That one’s mine. You can have the next several.” She reached to take the next one he’d fixed for her while he roasted a couple of new marshmallows.
    When she looked up from taking another delicious bite, she found him watching her and not his marshmallows skewered over the fire. He smiled, the flames glistening off his eyes and making them glow green like a wolf’s at night when light reflected off them. She’d never pictured him like this, cooking marshmallows over a campfire. Skinning and eating a snake, yes, as any survivalist might in a dire predicament. But s’mores? No.
    She smiled.
    “What?” he asked, sandwiching his own s’more, although he waved it at her in case she wanted another before he got one.
    Admiring him for being so generous, she motioned for him to eat it. “You’ll think I’m a little piggy instead of a wolf.”
    He laughed. “The way you’re eyeing the s’mores makes me think you’ve been deprived for way too long.”
    “Hmm, I have been. I couldn’t see you making them, either.”
    “What did you think I did at campouts? Strictly clambakes?”
    “Grilled snake,” she said, trying to keep a straight face. He grinned, and she laughed and then shrugged. “I thought all SEALs were hard core. I never thought one would make s’mores during a dangerous mission.”
    He sat next to her, leaned over, and licked her lips.
    She sat stock still, staring at him in astonishment.
    “No sense in letting the chocolate go to waste,” he said, winking. He was sitting so close to her on the bench that their legs touched.
    Heat from the fire and from him touching her started a slow burn, warming her to the core. His actions might have been innocent enough, just leaning in close and licking the sweet chocolate off her mouth, but she sure as hell felt like something more was going on between them. Especially after he’d nearly made her come an hour or so earlier in his car when he was frisking her between her spread legs with the listening-device detector. And earlier still, when he’d thrown her to her bedroom floor when they thought they’d heard gunshots. He had protected her with his towel-covered body, but then lost the towel in the action-packed moment and then became hard as a steel rod as she squirmed to get free.
    She thought again about what he’d told Hunter, that he saw her in a brotherly way. Right. Yet she didn’t move away from him, seeking a safe distance, either.
    The chill in the night air made her shiver, and she instinctively inched closer to Finn, seeking both the heat from his body and his protection from the breeze. She’d thought she might be walking along the beach with Joe tonight, if he hadn’t said he’d known Hunter and turned out to be an imposter. But she’d never expected to be snuggling up to one of Hunter’s SEAL mates and devouring melted chocolate-marshmallow creations beside him.
    She glanced up and saw that his lips had remnants of