SEAL's Desire (Alpha SEALs Coronado #1) - Makenna Jameison Page 0,42

someone on base, and then Blake led her to her room. Pausing at the doorway, he eyed her carefully. “Do you need any help? I promise not to do anything you don’t want, but it might be hard with your arm.”

She nodded, looking shyly up at him. “Yeah. I could use the help. I wouldn’t mind the company right now either.”

“Let’s go then,” he said, gesturing into her room.

His teammates were probably wondering what the hell had happened to him. They knew he was checking on Clarissa, but damn. He wasn’t about to leave her right now. Blake walked toward the bathroom, ignoring any pretense of why he was here. He’d help her undress, maybe wait outside the bathroom in case she needed him, and then let her rest.

Go hang out with his team for a few hours.

The fact that his pulse was pounding and groin was tightening didn’t mean a damn thing.

He took the liberty of turning on the shower, telling himself it would be hard for her when using only one arm. He wouldn’t mind a shower himself at this point, but he could wait until he made it back to the barracks.

“Oh, wow,” she said as she wandered into the bathroom. “Someone picked up some toiletries for me—toothbrush, soap.”

“Yep.” Blake said. “I told them you didn’t have anything. And I’ve got some clothes in my bag in case you’d rather wear my tee shirt or something.”

Clarissa looked down at her splint. “Um, I guess if you can just help me get the top off. Then I’ll try to wash my hair.”

He nodded, swallowing. She was trusting him to help undress her, not run his hands over her body and caress every inch of her skin. He reached out, unbuttoning the top she wore. He could keep this clinical. Pretend there wasn’t electricity surging between them.

“Your friends seemed nice,” she said.

Blake chuckled. “I’m undressing you in the bathroom, and you want to talk about my friends?” He quirked his brow.

“I’m nervous,” she admitted.

“I helped you earlier today,” he said nonchalantly. “Nothing to be nervous about.”

He slid the top off her shoulders, easing it down her injured arm. They’d cut the sleeve so it fit over her splint, but hell. He still didn’t want to jar it unnecessarily. Clarissa’s breath hitched as the shirt fell to the ground, and he briefly gazed at her. She was in nothing but her bra and those ridiculously big pants.

He stuck his hand into the shower. “Water temperature is good. I’ll just—” He nodded toward the door.

“Um, can you unfasten the back of my bra first? I’ll turn around.”

She flushed, and Blake nodded, reaching out to brush her blonde hair back from her face. “You want me to help you wash this?” he asked. “It might be hard with one hand.”

Biting her lip, she nodded. Blake could see that she was feeling anxious. Hell. He wanted to kiss her right now, caress her all over. Ease that anxiety and fear away. She was putting her trust in him though. He could keep his hands to himself and act like a gentleman.

She turned, and Blake undid the tiny little hook at the back of her bra. She kept her back to him but slid it off. Unable to stop himself, Blake’s eyes slid to the mirror. She was beautiful. Stunning. White creamy breasts with perfect pink nipples. His cock hardened painfully, but he didn’t touch her as she unfastened her pants.

“You’re going to get soaked,” she murmured, her back still to him.

“Yeah. I’ll take off my shirt.” He shucked it off as she quickly undressed and stepped into the shower, only letting him see her bare back and bottom. She was slender and perfect, nothing but creamy flesh, womanly curves, and long, blonde hair.

He stilled as she moaned beneath the soft spray. “Oh my God,” she breathed. “I didn’t realize how much I missed hot showers until this moment.”

He quirked his lips. “I thought you liked roughing it outdoors.”

She laughed, the sound doing funny things to his insides. “Maybe when it’s by choice.”

“Fair enough,” he agreed, his voice deep. He grabbed the shampoo from the counter and stepped closer. “You ready for me?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be.”

He pushed aside the curtain and frowned at the bruises on her arm. “Hell. Does your arm hurt?” he asked, gently brushing his knuckles over her skin. She shivered at his touch but said no.

Swallowing, he watched the water run down her blonde hair. He could see all