What I Should Have Said (Anchors and Eagles #1)

by R.L. Atkinson

“Well, how was it?” he asked through fits of bellowing as I turned even more red. “How was what?” “Seeing a man naked for the first time in your life.”

“It took you three fucking days to come find me?” I snapped, hearing some of the men’s suppressed laughter. Griffin’s mouth fell open in disbelief. “Three days? You’re pissed about three days? I was halfway across the world, in the middle of an op, when I learned about what happened. Exactly how fast is appropriate in your worldly opinion?”

“The day of,” I stated matter-of-factly. My heart raced with excitement at his closeness and his sweat-tinged scent, belying my words. “Yeah, Commander. The day of.” The man sitting beside me grinned openly

should have known. This is why girls always fall for the villains in books, at least those guys are willing to burn down the world for them.” Griffin shook his head. “I burned down an entire cartel for you, but I guess that shit doesn’t matter,” he grumbled, and I giggled.

“It’s backwards,” I said quietly. “And you have to pull the tabs off the wings to make them sticky.” “Oh,” he mumbled, narrowing his gaze. “Damn, it’s like I’m trying to solve a Rubik’s Cube.” His massive fingers stuck the wings to each other by accident, and he peeled them apart before finally getting it to work.

Griffin gently lifted one of my legs and slipped my feet into the panties. “Planning a mission is easier than figuring out how one of those works.”

“By the way,” he started. “I like that hoodie of yours.” “Yeah, it’s pretty nice and comfortable,” I responded. “Where’d you get it? Because I’ve been trying to find mine for a while that looks exactly like that,” he asked, and I giggled. “I went to a cabin once with this guy that I really like. This was his, and it somehow accidentally ended up in my suitcase,” I groggily answered.

“So, can I have it back?” “Can I have my virginity back?”

I wiggled my brows and then pressed his hand against my bare breast. He gave me a boyish grin and then grabbed both, squeezing. “Titties!” he exclaimed with glee as a small raucous started outside of our room’s door.