Then why did she run upstairs? his mind countered.
His heart pounded as he drew to a halt in the changing rooms. He quickly stripped, flinging his drenched shorts and boxers in a corner, and strode to the showers.
No one else was there thankfully. For the first time since the previous night, he breathed out a sigh of relief. Turning his back to the room, he stepped under the steaming spray and grabbed hold of his cock.
Hissing between his teeth, he tightened his fingers. It didn’t take long. Not with the images running through his mind. Of Kristyn naked in the middle of his bed, her back arched, her legs wide open. Of the way her breasts would look like in bright sunlight. How she’d scream his name when he brought her to climax, her nails digging into his back.
Cum spurted all over his abs, quickly washed away by the cooling water. He grabbed the soap and went on cleaning himself, his back tensing when he heard noise behind him. When he turned around, he saw two members of his platoon, both in the middle of taking their clothes off.
They spotted him, their gazes shrewd but not more than usual. Relaxing now that he knew no one had seen him jerk off in the communal showers, he traded insults with his friends, his world gone back to normal.
That evening, Kris was still berating herself. She positively hated her wayward mouth. It’d gotten her into trouble…again! She was so angry at herself she’d decided to bake them a cake. It was a treat but also an apology, a peace offering. She’d been the one to break the rules the night before.
Oh, sure, Drew had started it with his typically male comment, but she shouldn’t have said anything. And certainly nothing like the words she’d uttered, as if she’d needed to remind them she was a woman!
What the hell got into me? she asked herself for the hundredth time that day.
She’d been around men her whole life. Hell, even half the teachers in the school she worked at were men. But never before had she been so…bothered. The two of them had an unexpected effect on her, something she hadn’t planned on at all.
She bit her lip as she bent down to check on the cheesecake through the oven’s door. Maybe she could ask them to wear clothes more often? If she couldn’t see their naked bodies, maybe it’d go away?
Hands landed on her hips.
She squealed and reared up, the sound cut off by a hand slapping over her mouth.
“Shhh, don’t say a word,” a man whispered in her left ear.
She stilled, her heart beating wildly inside her chest. What was going on? Who was he? Was she really going to be attacked in her own home, the one she shared with two SEALs who had every surveillance equipment known to man? Wasn’t that what they’d claimed that first day?
“I’m not going to hurt you. I just wanted to…to do something. Kick me if you don’t want this, okay?”
Before she could process his words, the hands drew up her front and stopped right below her breasts. She drew in a breath, so startled she couldn’t think. What had he said? Meant, even?
He didn’t give her any more time to consider. She looked down and watched, half-disturbed, half-aroused, as his palms opened and cupped her over her shirt. She frowned. She knew those hands.
He tugged her top down and bared her bra. A growl rang in the chest pressed against her back. The man seemed to approve, and that was really all it took for her to start growing hot.
You’re such a slut, she told herself, but that didn’t make her stop him. Instead, she kept on watching, experiencing, the slow caress of his fingers. They dipped inside the lacy cups and squeezed her nipples into tight peaks.