Jonesin' For Action(10)

The need to sleep pulled her under even before the last spasm subsided. This time, she felt Aidan’s arms firmly around her body and knew he wasn’t going to sneak away.

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He was gone when Marissa woke up the second time. Light shone through her curtains, telling her it was morning before she even looked at the clock. Normally she’d sleep in later on a Sunday, and if it weren’t for the smell of coffee and the sound of Aidan talking quietly in the kitchen, she might have rolled over and willed herself back to unconsciousness. He hadn’t left her after all, only her bedroom.

She jumped out of bed and pulled on a cotton camisole and panties. As she walked into the living room, she tied her hair back with a scrunchy. She stopped, stared and grinned at the sight of her guest standing in her kitchen, sexily rumpled, bare-chested, and talking on the phone.

“No worries, dude, I’ll find my way back to the house and get my stuff. Stay alert out there.” He hung up and pocked the phone in his shorts. “Sorry, did the call wake you?” His tone was casual, but his heated gaze made her blush.

She sauntered toward him, aware that her nipples pressed against the thin material of her shirt and her panties were already sticking to the folds of her wet cunt. Damn, she wasn’t usually a morning sex person. The sight of this man encouraged her to reassess her viewpoint.

“Not really,” she said in answer to his question and couldn’t help cooing in delight when he poured her some fresh coffee. Sliding onto a bar stool at the counter, she grasped the mug with both hands and inhaled deeply.

“I hope you don’t mind my starting breakfast,” he said as he handed her the carton of cream. “I have eggs ready to scramble and English muffins waiting in the toaster.”

“Mind?” She eyed him with an arched brow. “What woman minds a guy cooking for her?”

“Well, some people are proprietary about their kitchens. Which reminds me,” he added, leaning against the counter with his own mug in hand. “I used some of your toothpaste this morning.”

Marissa ran her tongue along her own fuzzy-feeling teeth. “That’s not a problem. I should do the same, and I could use a shower.” She looked at him over the rim of her mug and said, “Maybe we can take one together.” As soon as the words were out of her mouth, she realized what she had said. Before she could sputter an apology, he shook his head with a smile.

“A tempting offer. I’d love to soap you all up, but,” he shrugged. “It’s easier for me to shower sitting down. Plus I need grab bars high up.” He shrugged again and looked away.

And he didn’t want her seeing his leg. Boy, how dumb was she? They’d covered this territory already about a million times. Keeping it light, she hopped off the stool with her coffee. “If you’ve got the food covered, I think I’ll grab a quick shower. Why don’t you take a PTA bath after we eat?” When he looked at her in confusion, she clarified. “Pits, tits and ass, PTA. It’s a Maine expression I think. I’ve heard my father say it my whole life when talking about a sponge bath.”

“So you’re from Maine? I couldn’t place the accent.”

“I’m from nowhere and everywhere, actually. My father is career Navy. He’s chief engineer on the U.S.S. Intrepid.”

Aidan gave her a brilliant smile, all anxiety over the shower talk gone. “You’re a Navy brat, huh? Should have known. That’s the real reason you pegged me so quickly.”

“Maybe,” she allowed. “Are your friends going wheels-up?”

“Yeah, it’s a training mission.”

Sure it was if by training he meant fighting terrorists in Afghanistan. She knew the drill, though. SEALs’ missions were top secret. She could tell how much it hurt him to be excluded from the action. So maybe she’d convince him to spend the day with her until her shift started. There were all kinds of ways she could keep his mind occupied.

“I like my scrambled eggs dry and my muffins crisp,” she said and walked back to her bedroom swaying her hips as much as she dared.

“You keep wiggling that adorable ass of yours and breakfast will be delayed,” he called out.

“Big talk from a guy standing in a kitchen,” she tossed over her shoulder.

She entered her bedroom and set her mug on the nightstand before going into the bathroom. Turning on the shower, she leaned in to test the water and shrieked when an arm of steel wrapped around her waist and yanked her back. How the hell had he come after her so fast and so quietly. Damn SEAL! He spun her around to face the vanity. She could see his fierce expression reflected in the mirror.