Rescued by the SEAL, Davenport, Fiona [classic children's novels .TXT] 📗

be close to home, too. That it could be me struggling with the idea of something happening to you. When I realized my only regret today was the time we lost because I didn’t make you mine sooner, that put it all into perspective for me.”

His heartfelt confession erased my doubts over the speed of his change of heart. “I had similar thoughts when I wasn’t sure if I was going to make it out of this warehouse alive.”

“Fuck,” he groaned as he held me tighter.

“Ahem.” Huntley moved so quickly that I was completely blocked from sight, and he had his rifle back in his hands before my brain registered that the police had arrived. It took hours—and a trip to the station in the back of five squad cars since they wanted to keep all of us separated—to answer all of their questions about the robbery, my time as a hostage, Jack killing his partner, and Jack’s death. They were ready to let me go much sooner than Huntley, but I refused to leave without him. Not when I was the reason he was being interrogated in the first place. If the cops had decided to arrest him, I wanted to be there. Luckily, it hadn’t come down to that because the prosecutor agreed with the detectives about it being a clear-cut case of self-defense since my statement made it obvious that Jack was getting ready to attack.

When we walked out of the police station, Huntley’s SUV was parked at the front curb. The guys who’d come with him to rescue me were leaning against the side of the vehicle, and a big black pickup truck idled behind them with a man I didn’t recognize at the wheel. Huntley lifted his chin in greeting toward him before leading me toward the group by his SUV. He shook each guy’s hand before tucking me against his side. “Things went FUBAR before there was a chance for introductions. Cora, these are a few of my buddies, Cash, Stirling, and Deacon.”

“Nice to meet you all.” I flashed the men a watery smile before pressing my hand over my heart. “I can’t thank you enough for what you did for me tonight.”

Stirling winked at me, and a growl rumbled up Huntley’s chest as his friend said, “No thanks needed.”

Cash’s lips curved at the edges as he crossed his arms over his chest, but Deacon flat out grinned. “Trust me, getting to see how territorial Huntley is with you is more than sufficient payment.”

Huntley shouldered his way past his friends, tugging me along with him. “And on that note, we’re outta here.”

It was obvious from their laughter that the guys weren’t offended by our exit, so I waited until we pulled away to say anything. “You didn’t have to rush your friends off like that. They risked their lives for me, too.”

“You’ll have plenty of time to get to know them later.” He reached over to squeeze my thigh. “Right now, I need to have you all to myself.”

I laced my fingers through his and leaned back in my seat. “As long as our alone time includes a shower and some food, that sounds great to me.”

“You’ve got a deal,” he quickly agreed.

Less than ten minutes later, Huntley pulled the SUV into the garage of a small house in a community about a mile from the base. He didn’t waste any time in getting us inside and leading me through his bedroom to the bathroom. “I’ll cook while you shower.”

Before my brain had a chance to catch up with my mouth, I asked, “Don’t you want to take one with me?”

“More than I can say.” His hands fisted so tightly that his knuckles turned white. “But I’m trying to do the right thing here, gingersnap. You went through something scary as fuck today, and I don’t want to take advantage of the adrenaline high you’re experiencing right now. You need food, and I’m going to head into the kitchen because I don’t trust myself to stay in here with you for even another minute.”

“I need you more than a meal.”

My soft confession snapped Huntley’s control. He closed the distance between us, cupping my cheeks with his hands as he lowered his head to capture my lips. His hard-on pressed against my belly while he devoured my mouth, our tongues tangling as I clutched his shoulders for balance. When he started to pull back, I wasn’t ready for the kiss to end and whimpered in protest. “Don’t worry, gingersnap. There’s no way in hell I’m gonna put an end to this now. You want me? You’ve fucking got me.”

A thrill of triumph raced up my spine as he turned on the shower and began to help me out of my dirty clothes. When only my bra and panties were left, he quickly stripped down to his boxer briefs. Then he checked the temperature of the water before flicking open my bra clasp and tugging the straps down my arms. His eyes were full of heat as he palmed my breasts and brushed his lips over the hard peaks. “You’re so fucking gorgeous.”

“You’re not half bad yourself.” I stroked my hands up his chest.

“I’ll show you not half bad,” he growled, yanking my panties down my legs as he dropped to his knees and wrapped his hands around my hips. It was a good thing he was holding me steady because my knees went weak when he ran his tongue up my pussy lips, from bottom to top. Without his help, I would’ve melted into the floor as he devoured me, driving me wild when he paid special attention to my clit. “Give it to me, gingersnap. Come on my tongue.”

The combination of his growled command and the tug of his lips on my sensitive bud sent me flying over the edge. He licked me through my orgasm, waiting to carry me into the shower until after my shudders subsided. I stayed in a sensual fog