Sleeper SEALs, Book 4
by Becca Jameson
Zola Carver has worked her entire life to get where she is—assistant district attorney.
She doesn’t have time for threats from a presumed terrorist group.
Mike Dorsen has made a life for himself, moving from foster care, to a master’s in
biology, to the SEALs, and finally the FBI. When he gets an assignment from a
clandestine faction of the CIA while on vacation, the last person he expects to have in
his care is his high school girlfriend, Zola.
Unanswered questions haunt the childhood sweethearts as they reconnect. Their love
has never faded, but will secrets held for over a decade tear them apart a second
While Zola and Mike run from a terrorist group intent on eliminating Zola, they must find
their way back into each other’s hearts as easily as they found their way back into bed.
“What about you? Why aren’t you married?”
“The only woman who ever made me consider marriage left me for another man.” He didn’t hesitate to tell her that.
“Oh. Shit. That’s awful. I’m sorry.”
He stared at her hard.
She jerked backward. “You’re not talking about me.”
She shoved the chair back again and stood, spinning away from him exactly how she’d done earlier that morning. “Mike. That’s crazy.”
“Is it? Crazier than you making up a fake boyfriend to get me to leave you alone?”
Her face heated. “That is not what happened. You started it by ignoring my emails.” Her voice rose completely out of her control. “I sent you that email to light a fire under you. It was my last-ditch effort to get you to come after me. You failed.” Why the hell did she tell him that?
He stood as quickly as she had and took a step toward her.
She backed up as he approached until her butt hit the glass door.
He kept coming, stopping inches from her, his hands landing on the glass on both sides of her head. His gaze darted back and forth between her eyes, searching.
She couldn’t breathe. Every inhale filled her with his scent. If she thought she could get away with it, she would close her eyes to block out at least the sight of him.
“We both miscalculated.”
She shook her head. She wouldn’t allow him to put equal blame on her. “No. Because I sent you five emails. Five.” She held up one hand, all fingers extended. “You sent me nothing. Not. One. Word.”
He nodded sharply. “Fine. My bad. You’re right. I should’ve written back.”
Was it that easy? Did he seriously just take the blame? “Why?” A tear slid down her face, though she really wished it hadn’t. Damn emotions.
“I thought it was better for you. Tidier. I thought I needed to let you go.”
She grabbed his shirt, unable to stop herself. She fisted the material of his tight tee in her hands, her voice increasing as she spoke again. “Bullshit. You coward. I loved you.” Her voice quivered. Dammit. She shook him. Except he didn’t budge. But she shook his shirt. “I loved you, you idiot. And you walked away from me without a word.”
“I was wrong.” He closed the distance, smashing his firm body into hers, flattening her to the window. The glass was cold. She welcomed the coolness against her heated body.
Another tear slid down to match the first.
Mike cupped her face with one hand and rubbed the wetness with the pad of his thumb. “I was wrong,” he whispered again. “So very wrong.”
More tears. Damn him.
And then his mouth was on hers.
She couldn’t stop the rush of adrenaline that forced her to angle her head to the side and let him in.
His kiss was firm. Demanding. Like a starving man who hadn’t eaten in days and then came upon a buffet. He threaded his other hand in her hair, still holding her face with the first hand. His tongue danced with hers, demanding everything.
Unable to stop herself, she gave him everything back. Every emotion she’d ever felt for him leaked into that kiss. She eased her fists open and smoothed her hands around to his back as he pressed into her farther.
Totally aware of his erection against her belly, wetness leaked from her to soak her panties. She wanted him. Worse than she’d ever wanted anyone. Worse than she’d wanted him the first time he claimed her.
It infuriated her to so easily succumb to his touch, his lips, his wandering hands, his thick erection pressing against her… But she recognized it for what it was. Lust. Pure and simple. Nothing more.
Forever he kissed her, until her brain was scrambled and she knew nothing but being one with this man. When he finally eased back, he did so to nibble a path to her ear.
His lips against her sensitive skin sent a shudder down her body. Every time he’d done that in high school, she’d melted for him. Nothing had changed. “I loved you too, baby. So much it hurt. I’m sorry.”
She still didn’t understand why he’d left her. He’d carefully avoided that detail, but she didn’t want to argue with him anymore today. Instead, she held on tighter, hugging him against her in response. Hoping she conveyed at least a truce.
When he set his teeth gently on her earlobe, she moaned. “God, I missed this,” he whispered, his breath making her shiver in response.
It was like no time had passed. How was that possible?
“Now what do we do?” she finally asked his chest as she set her forehead against the rock-hard pec.
He lifted away from her ear, cupped her face, and forced her to meet his gaze, his body still pressed against hers. “Now, you take these threats seriously and help me figure out who this fucker is so we can stay one step ahead of him and keep you safe until he’s behind bars.”
About the Author
Becca Jameson is the best-selling author of the Wolf Masters series and The Fight
Club series. She lives in Atlanta, Georgia, with her husband and two kids. With over 60
books written, she has dabbled in a variety of genres, ranging from paranormal to
BDSM. When she isn’t writing, she can be found jogging with her dog, scrapbooking, or
cooking. She doesn’t sleep much, and she loves to talk to fans, so feel free to contact
her through e-mail, Facebook, or her website.
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