Perhaps he was imagining it, but her voice sounded sexier than ever. Like every word was an invitation to sex, not breakfast. Six shook his head. "No. But I can make you something if you give me another ten."
"It's okay. I got it. This is something I can do."
"Go easy on me, Lou," he said, teasing her. "I can't do spelt or cold oats crap this early in the morning."
Lou rolled her eyes. "Just because I prefer not to eat animal products for health reasons, I don't mind cooking them," she said.
He watched the way she efficiently grabbed eggs and vegetables from the fridge before setting them on the counter. He wondered if she realized she was standing in the exact spot where he'd fallen to his knees and introduced his tongue to her insatiably hot pussy. His cock twitched, and suddenly he wanted Mac and Cabe out of his house so he could drop those shorts just enough to slide his ever-hardening cock inside her.
"Tell me you didn't," Cabe whispered across the table.
Six shook his head. "None of your business, man," he warned. Louisa was busy chopping, too far away from them to hear their hushed words.
"Yes, it is. You can't think with your dick," Mac said. "We talked about this."
"No," Six warned. "You talked about it. I didn't agree."
Cabe rolled his eyes. "Yes. You sure as shit did."
"Okay," Six admitted with a shrug. "I did. Turns out I didn't mean it." What he didn't add was that he had meant it, right up until the moment he'd seen her. It had proven impossible to stay away from Louisa, even though he knew better.
"You aren't going to think clearly. You're too close. It's a weakness of yours. Women."
His stomach tightened at the thought of what Cabe was suggesting. His judgment wasn't clouded by Louisa, was it? Unable to formulate a response that would make any sense to Cabe, he flipped him the bird.
"Wow, real mature, Six."
"Don't make me spell it out, asshole. She's different. Okay?"
Shock pinched Cabe's features. "What the hell? For real?"
Six nodded. "Don't ask me to explain it because I can't. And we've got shit to do." He looked down at his laptop. "We got an address for the van. Which one of the guys is outside?"
"Gaz is out there, but Mac came to relieve him. What are you thinking?" Cabe asked.
"Lou needs to go give her formal statement. So, Mac, maybe you could take her, and Cabe, I'm thinking we should go see if we can't persuade the van's owner to share what he knows."
Cabe grinned. "I'm in."
Over the omelets that Louisa made, they finalized their plans, but something nagged at the back of Six's brain. The idea of leaving Lou in Mac's care was driving him crazy. And not because he didn't trust his best friend's intentions, which he did implicitly, but because it wasn't him. He should be looking out for her. But he also didn't want anybody else going out to follow their lead in case they screwed it up.
"Give me two minutes to get ready," Six said, pushing his plate toward Mac, who'd already begun to clear the table.
His head was filled with their conversation about Lou and his own confused thoughts as he walked toward the bathroom. The SEAL and the man in him had never been in conflict before. It was crazy that his feelings for her were clouding his judgment. As much as he hated the idea of putting some distance between himself and Louisa, as much as he wanted to rally against what Cabe and Mac said, a small voice told him it was for the best. At least until this was over. Louisa deserved the best protection he could provide, which meant she needed him to be Six the SEAL right now. Because he needed her to be alive for him to see what they could be together. Their timing sucked. So he'd give them space, even if Six the man knew doing that would hurt like hell.
* * *
Louisa wrapped the towel around her chest and fastened it tightly. Using the back of her hand, she wiped the mirror in the bathroom of Six's bedroom and studied her reflection. Hooded eyes and lips swollen from a night filled with kisses stared right back at her. And best of all, she felt … energized. Now that she knew what amazing sex felt like, she made a pact with herself that she'd never accept anything else. Hopeful that Six would continue to scratch that itch for her, she parked the thought of finding someone after him because all it did was cause her heart rate to spike and a pit to develop in the center of her stomach. Instead, she focused on the way he'd felt beneath her.
Though most of her ached to have Six's hands back on her because, dear God, they were huge, and strong, and had manhandled her in a way that had sent delicious feelings congregating between her thighs, she felt more than just sexual excitement. It was clear that he was grappling with a combination of his sense of duty, the contract she had signed with them, and the same kind of pent-up frustration she was feeling. She thought about the words he'd whispered in her ear. Tell me to stop, Lou … You're my client.