6 Hayden

6

Hayden

Her hazel eyes widened, her fingers fumbling with the straps and the zipper. Her nervousness was a physical living thing in the room, especially since she had seen my uniform. When other women noticed that or my military pendant, they wanted to climb me on the spot.

But not Zara. She had frozen as if sleeping with a Navy Seal Officer was the last thing she wanted.

I wanted to know why. I would have thought she was a spy if it wasn’t for her nervousness and the honesty and sincerity behind her words. No, she couldn’t be a spy even if she tried. She was sweet and innocent.

And I wanted to taint her.

“Come here.” I pulled her onto my lap, claiming her full lips and lowering the zipper of her dress. I groaned in her mouth at the feel of her warm skin, moving my palm lower on her back and removing the straps of her dress.

Her hips rocked as if her body was excited for what was coming next. I tried to calm myself down, but Zara must have felt the bulge and gasped, trying to gri