Under Fire (Love Over Duty #1)(49)

Six probably used the word "cock"  …  or "dick"  …  or some stupid nickname like "Kong." Meanwhile, she was being all prim and proper with her biological terms. He'd probably think she was prissy, or repressed, but she'd never had reason to think of that part of a man's anatomy fondly. It had all been perfunctory in the past. Nice. Biological.

But what had happened between her and Six was hands-down the best sexual experience of her life, and as much as she was currently mortified, the truth was she'd never forget the way he'd made her feel, the way she was certain he'd needed her just as much as she'd needed him, or the way that what they'd just done had silenced all the thoughts banging around in her head like firecrackers exploding in a small space.

Gah. Why had she done it?

It was unexpected.

She'd begun to think she just wasn't cut out for sex. Not asexual exactly, just too many other things going on in her life to focus on something that hovered toward the bottom of her to-do list. Nobody else had ever brought out that side of her, so the whole thing had been an exciting revelation. She had it in her to get truly turned on, so much so that she'd lost her inhibitions enough to orgasm in front of someone else. It had never happened before, and it had felt scary to let go of all the control she carried day to day, even if it was only for the briefest moment in time.

And it clearly wasn't a one-time thing for her, because what they'd done had left her yearning for so much more. Her body ached for him still, like an addict's response to drugs. She could only imagine what it would be like if he knocked on the bathroom door and offered to step in the shower to scrub her back, or some other euphemism for taking her up against the wall until she came in a quivering mess in his arms. 

When she'd finished rinsing the soap away, she turned off the water, stepped out of the shower, and grabbed a towel off the shelf. It was incredibly soft and fluffy, which seemed at odds with her gun-toting SEAL.

Once dry, she wrapped the towel around her chest and walked back into the bedroom. After last night, she wondered if she should consider unpacking. For now, she'd leave everything in shopping bags until they'd talked. She pulled on underwear, a pair of denim cutoffs, and a loose navy-blue short-sleeve blouse. With wet hair, she looked way younger than her thirty years, but seeing as she hadn't been able to find a hair dryer in the bathroom, there was nothing she could do about it. She wasn't about to walk out there and ask Six if he had one. Although chances were he didn't. He was likely one of those people who just woke up in the morning looking perfect. Probably wide-awake too.

Unlike her. She needed coffee to function. Perhaps that could explain her behavior this morning. If there wasn't a rule that sex before coffee just didn't count, then there should be. But coffee was out there. Where they were. She couldn't face him. Or them. Whoever the voices were. Crap.

She flopped back down on the bed.

With a hand over her eyes, she attempted to separate her feelings. She tried a breathing trick she knew, slowing her breath to eight beats of her heart. The counting served as a distraction from the thoughts, and the breathing slowed her heart rate. The slower the heart rate, the slower she breathed. Virtuous circle. She knew that adrenaline, shock, and fear could make people do the craziest things, and she'd felt all three in the last twenty-four hours, so her behavior was understandable, right?

You liked it.

It was almost a whisper, but it was the truth.

She'd liked it. And for all her sins she wanted to do it again. To see what mind-blowing sex could feel like. Because mind-blowing would be the only way it could be with him. It was as if Six had magically removed every inhibition she had.

Louisa sat up on the bed. She was going to be mature about it. She was going to walk out there, get coffee, and act like jumping the bones of some poor man who'd taken pity on her happened every day.

In a minute.

No.

Now.

* * *

"No problems with moving the weapons then?" Six asked.

Mac shook his head. "None. I mean we have all the paperwork to move the guns from HQ to the airport."

Six thought about the tens of thousands they'd paid to get all the permits to store and move the guns in the tightly restricted state of California. "Ever wonder if it would have been cheaper to set up shop in Alaska, or Alabama?" He laughed.

Cabe laughed. "Yeah, but then we'd have to live in Alaska. Remember cold-weather training, how miserable that was."

Memories of fingers right on the periphery of frostbite made Six shiver. Footsteps in the hallway snagged his attention. Louisa. His thoughts went back to what they'd done that morning. How she'd managed to creep into his bed without waking him was beyond him. Years of programming had him waking at the slightest sound, but for some reason she'd been able to sneak in without creating any kind of audible alert.