Final Edits on A SEAL in Wolf's Clothing
Working on final edits to A SEAL in Wolf's Clothing. It's hot! :)
Meara, well, she just brings the bad boy out in Finn Emerson. What can I say???
Okay, so this is a teaser...remember, you get Jake in Dreaming of the Wolf first up. But just to whet your appetite, here's a little about Finn and Meara. :)
It was time to take charge of the situation—and Meara.
Finn closed the bedroom door without making a sound, then yanked off his clothes again, littering them all over the floor. Afterward, he mussed up the sheets and comforter, inhaling Meara's appealing, feminine scent. God, she was sexy, but under no circumstances did he want to tangle with her in that respect.
He figured the best means to get rid of the guy in the kitchen and protect her from the possible threat to her well-being, was to lay claim to her—in a pretend way, of course. She and he had butted heads enough in the past when he and Hunter had returned from missions that he wasn't going down that vine-twisted path. She was under the mistaken impression that it was he who had always talked Hunter into another mission after they had left the Navy. But half the time, Hunter had sought him out to conduct another privately contracted undercover operation.
Finn headed into the bathroom, started the shower, and entered the glassed-in stall. He figured any scenario would work to his advantage as he quickly soaped up, using her vanilla-scented bath soap—wondering just how enticing it would smell on her skin—rinsed off, and grabbed a towel. The two of them had to have heard him taking a shower. Either she would send Joe in to investigate, or they'd both check him out. In any event, they'd find her lover waiting for her in the bedroom—for better effect. If they didn't investigate, he'd quickly remedy that.
He walked out of the bathroom towel-drying his hair, naked, water droplets dribbling down his shoulders, his chest, and thighs, and found a slack-jawed Meara staring at his body. Which made his loins react as if on cue. Hell.
As beautiful as ever, her dark hair curled over her shoulders in a cascade of silk tresses, black denims fit her hips and legs in a seductive way, and a turquoise satin blouse accentuated pert breasts. He finally managed to pull his gaze away from her and consider the hulking black-haired man aiming a rifle at him, his eyes nearly as dark. Joe looked at home holding the rifle, as if he'd used one in military operations, and as short as his hair was, he did look like he was in the military. Which made Finn question who he really was. Although, if Joe had been the assassin, he would have made his move already.
"Meara," Finn said, in a deeply seductive way, his gaze shifting back to hers as if the armed man didn't worry him in the least, "I didn't expect you back from the airport so soon after seeing Hunter and Tessa off. You must have missed me." He gave an inviting wink, telling her just how much he'd enjoyed being with her.
He slipped the towel around his waist, as if it was an afterthought, but noted Meara had been taking her fill of his nakedness, her enticing lips still parted in surprise. Even though their kind shifted and it wasn't all that big a deal to be seen naked by others in a pack, he wasn't of her pack, and he wasn't shifting. Which he thought explained some of her reaction.
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Okay, so now, who wants to answer Finn???
Have a great Hump Day!
Terry
"Giving new meaning to the term alpha male where fantasy IS reality!"
