Read [When SEALs Come Home 04] - Heated for Free Online Page A

or Bud in a bottle, and they’d had themselves a good time. It had been almost as good as being back home, a sweet, much-needed taste of normal.
    “I’d take you down to a fire pit on the beach, get us some nice hickory logs, and a boatload of s’more-making stuff.”
    “You want to cook on our hypothetical date?” She sounded skeptical.
    “I want to feed you s’mores,” he corrected. “Chocolate and melted marshmallow.”
    She shook her head. “I can eat chocolate on my own. In fact, I’ve got a hot date with Mr. Hershey tonight.”
    “But you can’t do what comes next on our date on your own.”
    She shot him a quick, fleeting grin. “Don’t bet on that.”
    “Kisses,” he said gruffly because, damn, just the thought of her touching herself had him hard. “First I’d give you s’mores, then I’d give you kisses. Sweet kisses, because you’d taste like chocolate and sugar.”
    “Sticky kisses,” she countered. “Plus, geography isn’t your strong point. We’re in the mountains, and we have a dearth of beaches.”
    “The lake.”
    She thought for a moment. “We have lakes. That could work. What comes next?”
    “What do you want to come next?”
    She made a scoffing sound. “This is your fantasy, so you tell me.”
    “Since you don’t like being sticky, I’d have to lick you clean. I’d start you’re your mouth and work my way down.”
    There was a moment of stunned silence. “That’s downright filthy.”
    She didn’t sound pissed.
    “This Saturday?” He asked hopefully. He’d buy up every marshmallow in town.
    “I can’t date the guy who’s cuffed in my backseat.”
    “Then uncuff me, and I’ll slide on up there with you.” He knocked lightly on the Plexiglas separating them. She didn’t turn around, but he caught her smile. God, he liked her smile. It lit up her face and made her eyes crinkle at the corner. When she smiled, the remote Madonna vanished, replaced by a sensual, brimming-with-life woman. He’d bet not too many people, male or female, got to meet the real Mercedes. He’d also never met someone more in need of a nickname.
    “Go out with me,” he repeated, if only to make her smile again. “And I’ll let you pick your nickname. Otherwise, you may get saddled with Sadie.”
    She was smoking hot. He’d known she was pretty BBB (Before Breakdown like a Baby), but now she’d given him the memories to go with the knowledge, and what red-blooded male could forget the way her rose-scented skin had smelled against his face or the way her hug had pillowed him against the breasts she hid beneath the uniform shirt? Plus her shirt had buttons. He’d always loved buttons.
    “You’re staring,” she said mildly.
    “I’m just getting to know my captor.” He waggled his eyebrows, knowing she was watching him. Hell, she was always watching him, and he liked it.
    She made a disparaging noise. “You’re not going to develop Stockholm syndrome in—” she bent her head and checked the odometer—“fifteen point three miles. You just lie back and enjoy the ride.”
    Highway and mountain slipped past the window as she took them toward Strong. He had no idea how the ride looked to be the quickest fifteen miles of his life, and not because Mercedes Hernandez drove fast. In fact, she drove like a little old grandmother. He’d bet she’d never gotten a speeding ticket in her life.
    “You’d better put your number in my phone.” He patted his back pocket with his hand. The move would have been more dignified if his hands weren’t cuffed behind his back, but maybe Mercedes liked to play dominatrix. He’d always been the guy in charge and on top, but for her, he’d be willing to make an exception.
    She blew out a breath. “You have more words than a dictionary, Carter.”
    But he was getting somewhere. That hadn’t been a no .
    He also had a sinking feeling that Mercedes Hernandez was a keeper.
    Not that she’d encouraged him to do any keeping, but the thoughts were