Read A SEAL's Surrender (Alpha SEALs Book 3) for Free Online Page B

running into him.  The moment he’d met her eyes, she knew she had to leave.  Her body didn’t care that he was a bastard—it screamed for his power and strength to be moving over her—inside her.  For him to kiss her like he once had and steal her breath away.
    It took absolutely every ounce of her willpower to walk rather than sprint out of there, head held high, but so help her, she was not spending another second in that man’s presence.  The possibility of running into Christopher again while she was in town was unnerving.  Unsettling.  It sent her mind reeling and her stomach tumbling to the ground.
    No, no, no.
    This was all wrong.  Tomorrow everything would be fine.  She’d stick to her meetings with the IT staff, avoiding the SEALs roaming around base, handle the attempted hacks to the network, and make a clean exit at the end of the day.  One week here, and she’d be done.
    No problem.
    If only she could convince her heart of that, too.

Chapter 5
     
    “You piss off another lady?” Matthew drawled as Christopher slammed his shot glass down on the bar.  Lexi’s very empty barstool still sat beside him, and he bit out a curse.
    “Just a ghost from my past,” he muttered.
    Sonofabitch.
    Matthew laughed and ordered two beers, drawing the attention of a few women seated nearby.  Christopher couldn’t care less. There was only one woman he gave a damn about, and she’d just strutted right back into and out of his life.  Fucking hell.
    “You sure have a way with the women,” Matthew needlessly pointed out.
    “Right.  Usually I don’t know them well enough to piss them off that much.”
    “What about that crazy chick from California?”
    Christopher’s gaze slid back to Matthew.  He didn’t say a word, just waited for it to click.
    “Shit.  That was her?”
    “In the flesh.”
    “What the hell’s she doing here?”
    “I’ll be damned if I know.”
    He could run after her, chase her down.  She couldn’t have gotten that far.  With her sleek black hair trailing over the strappy little dress she had on, she’d stand out against all the too blonde, too tanned women running around Virginia Beach.  Hell.  She was as fucking gorgeous as he remembered—more so, even.  Pouty lips, full breasts, curvy hips, and those violet eyes he’d gotten lost in.  His hands itched to trace over her soft skin, getting reacquainted with the curves he’d once known so well.  He longed to taste her—both her sweet lips and what lie beneath those lacy panties she always wore.  Did she still have a thing for that sexier-than-sin lace?  Or had she switched to skimpy thongs or satiny panties instead? The thought of not knowing was driving him mad.  Adrenaline surged through him, making him want to roar in frustration.  Urging him to act on locating her, taking her home, making her his again.
    Fucking hell.
    What would be the point of chasing after her?  She obviously didn’t want a thing to do with him.  He was the one with wounds from a lifetime ago.  Lexi had moved onward and upward.
    Not that he’d spotted a ring on her finger or anything.
    A tiny dash of hope sparked inside his chest, instantly gone as quick as it came.  Who the hell was he kidding?  He’d had a shot with this girl and blown it.  So what if he’d carried a torch for her for years.  So what if he’d never been in a serious relationship again because it was her that he wanted.  Needed.  So what if he bedded numerous women over the years, trying to forget the only one that his body craved.
    He groaned.
    Her lavender scent lingered in the air, taunting him.  Lavender.  The same scent he’d noticed in the parking lot on base.  Jesus.  That had been her he’d seen earlier.  He’d gone nearly a decade without seeing the woman only to have her show up in his life twice in the same day?  No way in hell—
    “I see you met the big shot security specialist,” Mike said, sauntering up to them, beer in hand.