The SEAL and the Singer
No Easy Day Book 1
by Jesse Slade
Genre: Contemporary Military Romance
ONE THING SHE WANTS
IS THE ONLY THING HE CAN'T GIVE
SEAL and the Singer is a stand-alone love story with no cliffhangers.
It is Book 1 in the series but can easily be read and enjoyed
*Adult Content Over 18 Only
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I walked behind him, my thoughts on that kiss. Why did he do that? That kiss affected my entire body. Who knew a kiss could be like that? I briefly wondered how many women it took for him to learn to kiss that way. I licked my lips and could swear I tasted him there.
My lady parts were in a frenzy, beating out a rhythm like a drum and the gush of wetness between my legs made me wonder if he'd disintegrated my underwear.
My nipples were so hard I was surprised they didn't poke right through my shirt. I’d never felt like this before.
Little baby Jesus with a firecracker, this is so bad.
Then he just walked away, and I knew he'd been messing with me, and I’d fallen for it hook, line and sinker. That stung more than I wanted to admit because I’d never been kissed like that, and it made me feel things I’d never felt before. But he was obviously just playing with me.
Why would he do that? What a dick. Do not start thinking about his dick, Alex.
I was developing feelings for him, not that I’d ever tell him that. It was dangerous, and I knew it. He was a threat to my heart, the first man to make me want him, the first to make me feel something.
But I was a job to him; I knew that too. Plus, I’d only known him about a minute and a half, so why the hell was I kissing him? When this was over, he'd go back to his life, and I’d probably never see him again.
For the first time in my life, I was actually attracted to a man, and there was no chance of anything happening between us and that made me want to cry.
I should have known better. He was so far out of my league if I had a league, which I didn't. But if I did, he'd be out of it. He was probably used to beautiful, sophisticated, experienced women who didn't lose their minds when they met him, saw him, or thought about him.
It was doubtful he dated a lot of dorks; he definitely didn’t seem like a dork dater. I knew I didn't have the experience for a man like him, but that knowledge wasn’t stopping the way I felt.
I was so lost in my thoughts; I didn't realize he'd stopped until I walked right into him and bounced off. The force of me hitting him didn’t even jostle him.
Seriously, it’s like the man is carved out of solid rock.
I would have fallen on my ass if he hadn't grabbed my arms to steady me.
“Of course,” I said indignantly, trying to look and sound as if I hadn’t just walked into him because I was daydreaming.
I watched his lips twitch. In my mind, I was punching him right in the mouth. Also, in my mind, I was jumping on him like a trampoline.
Jesse Slade was born and raised in California and always wanted to be a writer. Life interrupted those plans, but the dream never died.