A SEAL's Fantasy. Tawny Weber

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      She couldn’t resist.

      She let her eyes wander down the long, gloriously hard length of his body. Broad shoulders and a drool-worthy chest tapered to flat abs, narrow hips and strong thighs. His boots were black, worn and very, very big.

      She wet her lips and met his eyes again.

      He didn’t look mellow now.

      He looked hot.

      As if he’d like to strip her down and play show-and-tell.

      Tempting, since she’d bet that’d be worth seeing.

      “Sorry,” she said truthfully. “I’m not the woman you’re looking for.”

      * * *

      DAMN.

      Not for the first time in his life, or even the first time today, Dominic cursed Banks. The guy was a major pain in the ass. Even while captured by a psychopathic drug lord, he was still causing trouble.

      Didn’t it figure that long, lean and sexy was gonna be just as bad.

      He wanted to grab her, haul her off to the nearest horizontal surface and show her exactly what he was looking for.

      Which meant they’d both be naked, there’d be a bottle of warm body oil and a bowl of whipped cream nearby, and he’d be showing her with his mouth.

      Insane.

      He was on a mission. It might not be recognized by the brass, but it’d been handed down by his superior officer. So to Castillo, it was a duty.

      She was his duty.

      He’d never lusted after a mission before.

      Not in the rock-hard-dick, blood-pounding-desire kind of way.

      He didn’t like it.

      He wished he could say the same about the woman in front of him.

      Her chestnut hair swept over strong cheekbones like a heavy curtain, ending at the sharp angle of her chin. She was tall, at least six foot in those heels, and all leg. All long, delicious leg encased in tight denim.

      Tall meant he could gaze straight into her eyes. She’d looked like a sexy goddess on stage, her eyes heavily made up, false eyelashes glittering with rhinestones and her lips a candy-apple red.

      But here, now, she looked even sexier.

      He knew women. Oh, boy, did he know women.

      So he knew that the only thing she had on her face might be a layer of moisturizer. No matter, she was great without it. Her skin glistened with just a hint of gold, her full lips were rosy and her huge green eyes were fringed with thick dark lashes.

      “So if you’re nobody’s errand boy, what are you doing here, bugging me with some message I don’t want to hear?” Those sloe eyes bland, she gave him a long look up, then down, as if she were assessing the goods. Since her expression didn’t change, it was hard to tell if she liked the view or not.

      Dominic didn’t know why that fascinated him so much. It wasn’t as if he expected to appeal to all women, but for the most part, they pretty much fell at his feet. Most offering any variety of promises—everything from sex to bearing his children to general worship. So this cloaked indifference was an interesting change.

      Intriguing.

      “I serve with Banks,” he told her, figuring that said it all.

      “Serve? Like, what? Drinks?” she asked, leaning against the wall and batting her eyelashes.

      First an errand boy and now a waiter? She was either lousy at reading people, or she was hot on giving him a bad time.

      His research said that their grandfather had been a Navy commander, that she’d grown up in Annapolis’s backyard and that her brother had been well on his way to graduating the Naval Academy with honors when she’d run away. So he figured she was all about the bad time.

      “Look...” She paused, arching one slender brow in question.

      “Castillo,” he filled in.

      “Look, Castillo. I don’t know what you want with this Banks guy, or what info you think you can get from me about him.” As if sensing that he’d been about to interrupt, she held up her palm and shook her head. “Whatever it is, I’m not interested.”

      “I’m not here to get info, sweetheart. I’m here to protect you.”

      Damn. Dominic grimaced. What was with his mouth? He shouldn’t have said that. He was just here to keep an eye out, not to scare the poor woman. Then he thought of the message he’d gotten while waiting outside her building.

      Bad Ass says bad juju. Ugly on the move.

      It didn’t take much to decode that Brody was warning that things were going bad in Guatemala, they hadn’t gotten Banks out and Valdero’s men were likely to grab Banks’s sister as leverage.

      So maybe she should be a little scared. If that made her cautious, it was worth the info breach.

      For one second, he thought he’d gotten through—her brow creased, her eyes clouded and her lips pursed.

      Then she laughed in his face.

      “Protect me? From what? Big burly guys accosting me in the dark hall of my apartment building? News flash, Castillo, you’re the only trouble I’ve got in my life right now.”

      Her words were light, her tone amused. But Dominic knew how to read beneath the surface. He could tell that she’d had plenty of trouble before him and had probably handled it just fine.

      Still, handling a drunk or a jerk of a boyfriend was aeons away from facing down drug-running goons who specialized in body decoration via knives and fishhooks.

      Before he could tell her that in some form or another, he heard a noise in the hall.

      Lightning fast, he grabbed her around the waist, lifting her off the floor. At her quick inhalation, he slipped his hand over her mouth to keep her quiet. He scanned the area. Four closed doors on the right, three on the left and a janitor’s closet at the end. He strode toward it, the kicking, squirming bundle in his arms not slowing him down at all. He regularly carried a backpack that weighed almost as much as she did. Although, granted, it didn’t try to bite him.

      He reached the closet, glad it was unlocked. Jimmying the lock would have required taking at least one hand off the woman. Instead, he shoved her into the small, cramped, dark space and pulled the door closed, but not all the way. He peered through the crack, watching as two thugs rounded the corner.

      Damn, talk about timing. Not for the first time in his life, Dominic gave thanks for whatever guardian angel was watching out for him.

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