A SEAL's Secret. Tawny Weber

eyes, gave a mortified groan and dropped her forehead onto his chest.

      “Something upset her,” Livi told him, her voice low so it wouldn’t carry. “I should give her a ride.”

      Since Mitch could hear the tears in the other woman’s voice, too, he could only nod and vow to get revenge on Romeo.

      “I’ll meet you out front in five minutes,” she called to Tessa, giving Mitch an apologetic look.

      He waited until the door closed, then tilted her lips up to meet his. She tasted so good.

      Too good.

      It was probably just as well they’d been interrupted. He didn’t want their first time to have been some tacky backroom bar encounter, fast and furious against the wall. Livi deserved much better than that. But he knew he wouldn’t have been able to resist her taste if she’d stayed.

      “Rain check,” he said against her lips.

      “Okay.” Livi leaned closer and traced her tongue over the join of his lips.

      There came another loud thump on the door.

      This time they both groaned as they separated.

      “I don’t think your friend is waiting out front.”

      “She doesn’t take orders very well. But she really is upset. I should go,” Livi said, her voice heavy with regret.

      Mitch was tempted to ask if she always put everyone else’s needs ahead of her own, but that would have been rude. And he figured one orgasm and the intention to strip her bare in a storeroom were the limits to his rudeness for the night.

      So he stepped back, holding out a hand to help her down. Livi cupped her fingers around his but didn’t move.

      “What’s wrong?” he asked.

      “Will I see you again?” she asked hesitantly.

      “Of course,” Mitch assured her, surprised she’d asked. Not because of her stunning looks, drop-dead body and adorable personality, although those were all major factors. But because he wasn’t a sleaze.

      But she couldn’t have known that. Mitch had to remind himself that despite how close he felt to Livi, they’d only met tonight.

      “That’s right.” Her smile bloomed. “You owe me a date.”

      “That’s a bet I’m looking forward to paying. But, unfortunately, I can’t right away.”

      Ready to get her number and set up a date for the following night, Mitch glanced at his watch. And clenched his teeth as reality smacked him upside the head.

      “Damn it,” he muttered. At her questioning look, he grimaced and said, “I’m due on the east coast tomorrow. I have to go by the base, get my orders and catch a plane.”

      “Ah.” Her smile was agreeable, her nod perfectly understanding. And her eyes filled with skepticism. He didn’t need to be a mind reader to see her doubts, to know she’d figured he’d blow her off.

      Showing impeccable timing once again, Tessa chose that moment to pound on the door.

      “I guess I’ll see you sometime.”

      He understood her suspicions. Navy guys weren’t known for sticking around. Not because they were dogs, although every branch of the military had their share fit for kenneling. It was because they were deployed for long periods of time—months, years—in submarines, on ships, in other countries.

      That sort of lifestyle didn’t lend itself to dating, let alone to having relationships. It was irresponsible to pretend otherwise.

      Mitch looked into Livi’s big brown eyes and couldn’t resist, though.

      “I’ll see you when I get back in town,” he promised. “In the meantime, tell me your number.”

      She rattled it off.

      “Aren’t you going to write it down?” she asked with a frown as she slid off the crate.

      “I never forget things that matter,” he promised. “I’ll call you when I get back.”

      “Will you be gone long?” she asked, her fingers rubbing the sleeve hem of his shirt so her knuckles slid over his bicep.

      He wasn’t going on a mission, per se. Nothing about his trip was top secret. Still, Mitch didn’t share any details of what he did. An overcautious habit, perhaps, but a habit nonetheless.

      “I’ll call you,” he said.

      Unable to resist one last kiss, he pulled her into his arms and gave himself over to whatever in the hell this was between them.

      Lust. Desire. Passion or a trap, he didn’t know.

      All he knew was that he’d never felt anything like this before.

      Mitch slowly ended the kiss, his fingers brushing her cheek before he released her.

      “You’re so sweet,” he said with a smile. “I never realized how addicting that could be.”

      Then he did what he’d spent his entire life training to do.

      He walked out and didn’t look back.