Shannon wanted him to move in right away. She got dressed, wore one of Frankie’s big shirts and her drawstring pants and announced she was going to help him move. That day.
“No hurry on all this, Shannon. I can get it. Not like there’s a ton of stuff.”
“Al the better to do it now. And besides, I’m big, or haven’t you noticed?” She pulled her shirt up, and damn, every time she showed him her bare tummy with the belly button that had started becoming an “outie” he got hard. He silently cursed himself, but she had such an enormous effect on him, he could hardly be in the same room with her without getting hard.
T.J. promised he’d get things moved over in the afternoon.
“No. We. Do. It. Now.”
“Shannon, honey, my place is—”
“I know. A bachelor pad. You probably never anticipated having to entertain me there.”“I never entertain there period.” Even before Frankie had married Shannon, the two of them had little in the way of furniture, using cardboard boxes for tables they used to clean their weapons while watching TV set above some fruit crates. They hadn’t bothered to buy a couch, chairs, or even a dinette set. But they did have the biggest TV they could afford, and a gas-fired barbeque. Frankie’s room was bare, since T.J. hadn’t had time to get another roommate.
When they got to the complex, T.J. tried one more time to ask her to stay in the truck while he went inside and got his things. The answer was the same.
First thing he noticed was the smell, coming from the brown bag left by the front door, since he hadn’t invested in a garbage can. He’d left remnants of a sandwich, a sour half quart of milk and some wrappers that had gotten heated up in the two days since he’d been home. He’d not turned on the AC because he had to pay the electric bill was not part of the lease. He never left it on because he never knew when he’d be back home.
Shannon went over to the sliding glass door and opened it, looking for a screen that was non-existent. She gave him a quirky look.
“Football accident. Screen is downstairs in the carport, a little bent.”
She walked to his efficiency kitchen. T.J. tried to place his body between her vision and the sink full of dishes.
“Shannon, stop checking me out.”She glanced down at his package. “I wasn’t checking you out, but, come to think of it, that might not be a very bad idea.” She slid over to him and placed her palm warmly against him and gave him a smile. “Nice, T.J. I can see all this turns you on too. Like playing house?”
“Seriously, Shannon, let’s just get this stuff out of here and get out. You don’t have to look over everything, do you?”She stepped as close as she could to him, her belly being the obvious impediment. As she squeezed and pressed her palm against the hardened ridge of his shaft. “What are you worried about, T.J. We’re all friends here, very good friends.”
He was having a hard time liking it, but his groin was loving the massage her strong little hand was giving him. Damn, he was filled with such confusing thoughts and feelings. A real mixture of dread and lust. Like a pebble skirting on the edge, he allowed himself to be lead around by the nose of her psyche while she had her way with him. He was powerless to stop it.
“Show me your bedroom. Now.” She demanded.
Sharon’s NYT and USA Today bestselling novels are almost-erotic Navy SEAL stories of the SEAL Brotherhood. Her characters follow a spicy road to redemption through passion and true love. This series continues with book 8, SEAL’s Promise, releasing November 11, 2014. All of her SEAL Brotherhood Series are available in audio book. She has maintained an Amazon top 100 author status in Romantic Suspense for since the end of 2012.
Her Golden Vampires of Tuscany are not like any vamps you’ve read before, since they don’t have to go to ground, and can walk around in the full light of the sun. Honeymoon Bite, Book 1 of the Golden Vampires of Tuscany Series, has earned the Amazon designation of #1 Gothic Romance. It and Book 2 in the series, Mortal Bite are both available on audio as well.
Sharon lives in Sonoma County, California, with her husband and two Dobermans. A lifelong organic gardener, when she’s not writing, she’s getting verra verra dirty in the mud, or wandering Farmer’s Markets looking for new Heirloom varieties of vegetables and flowers.
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