CHAPTER 8: SLEEPING BEAUTYWHAT THE HELL HAD HE been thinking? Getting caught up in the feel of her fingers on his body, the brush of her hair against his skin and the soft, sensual tone of her voice? He was a Navy SEAL, for god’s sake, not some inexperienced teenage boy. He’d been able to tell the moment her investigation of his scars had turned from inquisitive to sensual. He’d felt the s****l energy that had emanated from her body, and he’d welcomed it. God, he’d done more than welcome it. He had willed her fingers to continue their exploration and he’d fought desperately against the urge to let his fingers reciprocate. It had taken every ounce of strength he possessed to resist the dire need to strip her bare and explore every naked inch of her body. He was there to protect her and get
