To Dare a SEAL (Sin City SEALs) by Sara Jane Stone Page B

bathroom. She stopped at the door and glanced back at him. “Are you coming?”
    “Affirmative,” he said. He knew when to take an order.
    She held up her finger. “I mean it. No sex. Not here. Not anywhere.”
    She turned to go into the bathroom, and his gaze dropped to her perfect ass. He followed her, shaking his head, trying to recall if he’d ever been this excited—and shit, happy—to not get laid.

    T here was no such thing as “just a shower” with a Navy SEAL. She hadn’t set foot under the rush of warm water, but she could state that for a fact. When they’d reached the bathroom, she’d turned on the water and stepped away to remove her bikini top. And Jack had slipped into the shower.
    He tipped his head back, his biceps on display as he ran his hands through his short, wet hair. Water rushed down his back and over his sculpted chest muscles. In the windowless bathroom, illuminated by the harsh light, he sparkled as if he were something special.
    He is , she thought, reaching for the door. But she wasn’t looking for that special someone in her life. She’d told herself one taste, one touch. But…
    Her gaze ran down his body. Parts of him were pretty damn hard to walk away from. Too bad all of his positives weren’t located below the belt.
    “You know you need to stand under the water to wash away the chocolate,” he said, blinking his eyes open as he stepped out from under the spray.
    “I was waiting for you to calm down,” she said with a pointed look at his large and very eager cock.
    He threw his head back and laughed. “Darlin’, I have this reaction every time I walk into Bottom’s Up.”
    “I bet the other bartenders appreciate the greeting,” she said, opening the shower’s glass door and stepping inside. The space could probably have held his entire team and featured two showerheads mounted on the wall. She stepped under the one turned on and allowed the warm water to strip away the sticky feeling left behind by the chocolate.
    “I only stop by the bar when you’re working,” he said as she closed her eyes.
    “You like being ignored that much?” she said, not daring to open her eyes and witness the look accompanying those soft words.
    “You’re not ignoring me now,” he said, his lips brushing her ear.
    Damn him, he’d moved behind her and she hadn’t even realized it. She blinked open and stepped forward. His hand touched her shoulder, not a firm grip, but enough to stop her from rushing out of the shower stall. She waited for him to press his long, hard length against her backside. And waited…
    He released her, and she heard the sound of a bottle opening.
    What in the…
    Then she felt his hands in her hair and smelled the soothing fragrance of mint-infused shampoo. Just when she thought he was about to disregard her no-sex-in-the-shower ultimatum, he surprised her.
    “No, I’m not ignoring you,” she murmured, closing her eyes as his hands massaged her scalp.
    “And you’re only pretending to at the bar,” he said.
    “Hmm,” she murmured, refusing to confirm the truth behind his statement—and because his hands felt oh so good in her hair.
    “How did you end up working at Bottom’s Up?” he asked.
    “I wanted to live near the beach,” she said. “Someplace warm. When I arrived, I drove around looking for a job, and Justin, the owner, gave me a shot. I think he felt sorry for me.”
    “That must have pissed you off.”
    “Yes,” she said with a laugh as he withdrew his hands from her hair. He placed his hands on her shoulders and gently guided her back until she stood under the shower’s spray. He rinsed out the shampoo and led her back to the open space, never once pressing up against her and showing her how much he wanted to do more than shampoo her hair. Of course, his interest in more may have died down.
    One way to know for sure…
    She opened her eyes and glanced down at his cock, still hard and oh so eager to do more than wash her hair. His