SEAL Under Covers (SEAL Brotherhood Series Book 3) Read Online Free PDF

red taillights of Mia’s vehicle, now pulling away in front of them. Those dark eyes with long lashes and succulent, full lips. She shouldn’t have stared so long, but she couldn’t help it.
    He tilted his head and turned in her direction. The eyes didn’t lie. He had the fire inside that his sister had, but in all the right places, not the wrong ones, like Mia. She let him appreciate the red fuzzy dress with the scoop neckline. She didn’t care if her chest got blotchy with nerves or if her cheeks flushed. And, of course, her nipples perked right up
    “So how is this going to work?” he asked. The words slid out like satin sheets.
    “I’m not quite sure I know what you mean,” she heard herself say in response. She made a point to beat the waver from her voice.
    “I take you to your place, or to Mia’s?”
    “Mia’s.”
    “Your car there?”
    “No, I took a cab.”
    “And so how would you get home?”
    “You assume I want to go home. Maybe I’m going to stay over.”
    “I don’t see a pajama bag.”
    The crease at the side of his mouth dimpled and she watched the tip of his tongue running across his bottom lip. The words “pajama bag” had never sounded so sexy.
    She stuck her chin out, looking back at him with heavy-lidded eyes, and whispered, “I don’t wear pajamas.”
    It was a dare. She watched him explore her face, roving from her eyes to her hair, her cheekbones, her ears. His gaze paused on her lips as his parted and he moved closer, then stopped.
    Damn. It wasn’t wise, but she knew he wasn’t going to touch her unless she met him halfway. Her hesitation forced another smile from him as he waited, looking at her with the come-on-little-one-you-know-you-want-to look. And double damn, she was all in.
    She bridged the gap and their lips touched. She expected him to be rough and urgent, but he took his time. She heard his little moan as he took another deep breath, then let it out and pressed into her harder. And yes, she wanted him, wanted him to find her with his tongue, wanted him to hold her face in his massive, callused palms like a delicate flower. His scent was laced with aftershave, but could not be masked.
    The deep kiss came to an end. He’d not been wild with his hands, but he’d pulled her toward him. She’d put her arms up over his shoulders and laced her fingers through the hair at the back of his head. It was all feeling way too comfortable.
    A loud bang on the driver’s side window made them both jump. Sam’s grimace was a thing of beauty. Like a multicolored piece of swirling blown glass, his face contained every emotion Gina could think of: rage, revulsion, envy and jealousy. The last one was best, she thought. Best thing about it, she’d hurt him, and she hadn’t even been trying.
    Armando was quick to start the truck and move them down the street, leaving the foursome faux bikers in a cloud of gray dust.
    “I take it you two have some history,” he said as he shifted into third.
    “You could say that.”
    “Is it history or present?”
    “Most definitely history. Sam’s married, just didn’t bother to tell me until after he’d gotten what he wanted.”
    “Ahh,” he said as he leaned back in the seat but continued driving. “One of those.”
    “That’s usually the type I attract.” She couldn’t believe she’d just said that.
    “I disagree. I’m not like that guy and I’m definitely attracted.” He kept his eyes on the road as the truck bounced along the dark road. If the engine hadn’t been so loud she was sure he’d have heard her heart pounding.
    Then common sense began to flood into Gina’s head. She cautiously said, “Look, I’m not sure about all this.” Her body was having a temper tantrum and using strong language too. But she pushed herself to complete the idea. “Perhaps you have me wrong.” She halfway hoped he thought it was a joke. No doubt he knew exactly what kind of girl she was.
    He turned and looked back at her, studying