before smiling at me. “Please, have a seat. I think I booked a hike with you for later this week,” she said.
It was the voice. The same sexy, low voice that had caught my attention on the phone. I had a face to go with it now and it was even better than I’d ever imagined. Damnation and hellfire, Honey Blonde was the same woman I’d gotten hard for over the phone. There it was again, the thrill running up my spine, the pull low in my belly and the stiffness of my cock. Just from the sound of her voice. What the hell would happen if I got too close?
Chapter 5
Morgan
I asked him to sit down. In all of my history, I had never asked a man who introduced himself to me in a bar to join me. I froze them out. I told them I preferred to eat or drink alone. I didn’t mince words to spare their feelings. So why the hell did I ask Billy O’Shea to sit with me? It was simple. He looked like something out of a dirty dream; well over six feet tall and muscular, dark chocolate hair and cloudy green eyes that I could get lost in for days. Like he could undress me with his gaze and see me down to my skin and even beyond, into my soul. His eyes gave me the shivers in the best way. The kind of shivers that made me wish Billy O’Shea would do things to me that I didn’t do on a first or even third date. Things that involved sinking into a bathtub together with our legs entwined, or climbing on his lap in the driver’s seat of a car and sucking his tongue into my mouth while he slid his hands into my jeans. I wanted to make out with him like a teenager, wanted to go to third base in the car, go all the way. The thought gave me a silly thrill, sharp and erotic. I swallowed hard.
I should ask him questions about his family, I thought, that’s what a travel writer with a job to do should focus on. Although anything would be better than sitting there, wet and breathless over him. He was so fucking hot I wanted to ride him right there in the booth. If the place were empty, of course, and if I were the kind of woman who ever did or so much as thought anything like that. As adventurous I was in travel, I was pretty vanilla in bed, or at least my limited experience had been. Nothing that was worth getting this excited about for sure.
He sat down, looked at me the way handsome men look at women. Like he might have some fun with me, like he knew I was interested because everyone was always interested in him so he took it for granted. Cocky and good looking and with a killer smile, dimples and all.
“So, it seems that your family has a bit of an empire on St. Martin. Want to tell me about it? I’m writing a feature on the island, and I thought the O’Shea clan would add a human interest element, flesh out the narrative,” I said. Why had I said flesh? Why didn’t I just ask him about his dick? I wanted to cover my face with my hands, but people misspoke all the time, and I wasn’t going to derail a possible interview with embarrassment.
“We all came out here one by one after we finished up in the Navy. We were all SEALs, all five of us,” he said casually.
“That’s rather unusual. It’s a demanding career path.”
“Fewer than twenty-five percent of recruits who attempt Hell Week actually graduate,” he said proudly.
“But all five of you beat those odds.”
“Good genetics,” he grinned, “just ask that grumpy bear up there to show you a picture of his kid. You’ll be here three hours looking at videos while he tells you she’s an O’Shea through and through,” he said with a rueful smile.
“So there’s a new generation of O’Sheas on the horizon,” I said speculatively. What I meant was, ‘oh do you have kids?’ but I wasn’t going to ask him that.
“There’s three so far. My older brothers are all married. Tommy and I are the last men standing,” he said with a chuckle as he pointed over his shoulder to another obnoxiously hot guy behind the bar.
I pushed aside my plate, half-finished, and flipped my