Sexy SEAL Box Set: A SEAL's Seduction\A SEAL's Surrender\A SEAL's Salvation\A SEAL's Kiss (32 page)

It was one she figured Cade would approve of. Ready. Aim. Fire.

Ready
.

She took a deep breath, the kind that added a little interest to the filmy fabric of her blouse, donned her sexiest, most seductive pout and leaned forward.

Aim
.

“Do you know what I haven’t done in, oh, I can’t even remember how long?” she asked in a husky tone. The kind she’d use to share pillow talk, sex secrets and her favorite fantasy. The one that involved a naked Cade, the lake at midnight and a little light bondage.

Cade blinked. The neutral, aren’t-you-a-cute-stranger smile faded. He leaned back a little, like he wasn’t sure what she might do next.

Fire
.

“I haven’t gone to the cliffs at night to watch the ocean,” she told him. Unlike the lake, which had always been
Cade’s private love nest on his own property, the cliffs were just a mile away and open to the public. They were also a notorious makeout spot. She gave it a second for the words to sink in, for the visible tension to leave his shoulders, before reaching across the small table and running her fingernails gently over the back of his hand. “I love the power of the water at night, don’t you? The crashing intensity. The uncontrolled, wild excitement. When was the last time you were on the cliffs, Cade? When was the last time you felt that kind of...excitement?”

Eden leaned back in her chair, lifting the margarita and sliding the bright pink straw between her teeth. Her eyes locked on his, she gently pursed her lips around the plastic and sucked.

“Mmm,” she murmured before giving him a slow, inviting smile.

She put everything into that curve of her lips.

The heat of every fantasy.

The strength of every drop of sexual knowledge she had.

The hopes of every birthday wish she’d had since she was sixteen and first saw Cade Sullivan naked.

* * *

C
ADE
WASN
’
T
SURE
what’d just happened.

One second, he was rolling nicely along, Eden playing her assigned part as the cute girl next door. The next, with just the flutter of those long eyelashes, she’d sent his body into overdrive.

This wasn’t SOP.

And he was a guy who, once he’d decided on a course of action, followed standard operating procedures. His standards. His plan.

Neither of which included sporting a hard-on in the Wayfarers bar for a girl he’d already deemed off-limits. A girl who, whether she knew it or not, needed his help to keep from losing her home.

“Nope.” He had to clear the desire from his throat before he continued. “No cliffside visits for me.”

“That’s too bad.” Eden tilted her head to one side, a long silky strand of hair sliding over her cheek and down her throat like a caress before she tucked it away behind her ear. Her eyes, rich and dark, didn’t leave his as she took another sip of her margarita.

Damn, she was good at that.

He licked his lips. Were hers as tasty as they looked?

Then something touched his leg. The slightest bump, then a slower, firmer press of her foot against his calf.

Cade damn near jumped out of his chair.

When had he lost control?

When had Eden become the kind of woman to take control?

And when had the entire idea become such a turn-on?

“So how’s business?” he asked, shifting his legs a safe distance from hers. “You’re working with animals, right? At the vet’s or something?”

“I am the vet,” she told him, slipping out of the seduction role for a second to give him a resigned look. “Maybe you missed it yesterday when you dropped me off? It’s on my business card, too. The one I gave you with my phone number. You used it to call me to change times for this evening.”

Cade winced. He wasn’t sure which was better. To admit that he hadn’t noticed anything except her the previous day. Or that he hadn’t bothered to look at the card because he’d had her phone number committed to memory for years.

“So, really? You’re a vet?” That was a safe topic. And a pertinent one, if he was going to figure out a way to help her pay off his father. “That’s hard to believe.”

“Why is it so hard to believe? Don’t you think I’m smart enough? Good enough? Capable of keeping anything more troublesome than a dandelion alive?” She rolled her eyes before offering a disappointed shake of her head. “I didn’t think you were the kind to buy into rumors. Just because I’m a little clumsy—and honestly, how it is that the few accidents I do have these days only happen when you’re around is beyond me—does not mean I’m not great at my job.”

Ouch
.

Sore subject?

He might not live here anymore, but Cade knew the Ocean Point social games well enough to recognize a victim of them when he was lusting after her.

“That’s not what I meant,” he corrected with a frown. It was probably better that she thought he saw her like everyone else. But he didn’t like being lumped in with the crowd, nor did he want her believing anything but the truth. Even if the truth meant he’d have to work a little harder to control his urge to grab her and kiss her like crazy. “I just meant you’re really young.”

“I graduated veterinary school a year ago, then interned in Sacramento for six months before opening my own clinic,” she said, her chin lifting a fraction as she gave him a disappointed look.

“So you don’t have to do four years of residency at a local veterinary hospital in order to practice?” he teased.

“Maybe if I’d gone into veterinary surgery,” she said, relaxing enough to smile at him again. “My focus is on companion animals.” At his questioning look, she added, “Pets.”

“Cats and dogs.”

“Mostly, yes. I’ve worked with small farm animals, too. Not that there’s much call for that around here,” she said with a shrug.

“Didn’t I see a goat at your place yesterday?” he remembered.

“That’s Jojo,” Eden told him. Then, after a hesitant look, she pulled her cell phone from her purse. A couple of taps and she held it up to show off a picture of the goat and an elderly man. “She belonged to a guy named Lloyd Flanders. He passed on a few months back and nobody knew what to do with her, so she came to live with me.”

“Was he a friend?”

“He was a curmudgeonly old grump who lived in a senior center and kept a goat for a pet,” Eden said, laughing and suddenly looking even sexier than she had sucking on that straw. “I volunteer at the Gentle Hands society. It’s a non-profit group that brings together pets and the elderly. Or, in this case, finds homes for pets when their elderly companions pass on. Pets are a wonderful way of keeping people involved in life. They bring a lot of joy and love and even a number of health benefits. But they grieve like people do when they lose someone.”

He didn’t know why, but hearing that was like a punch to the gut. Cade stared at his beer for a second, trying to reel in the images flashing through his mind. He knew what that was like. The pain of losing someone you cared about, the intense emptiness that ate away at you, leaving a hollow shell that felt like it could never be filled.

Suddenly, he was feeling mighty empathetic toward that goat.

“I’m sorry,” Eden said suddenly, reaching across the table to brush a gentle caress over the back of his hand. “I didn’t mean to bore you. I know not everyone is an animal fan.”

“You didn’t bore me,” he denied. But she had given him an idea. If he could get his grandmother to adopt a pet, and to use Eden as her vet, he’d bet Catherine would persuade a few of her friends to do the same. It wasn’t brilliant as far as finance schemes went, but given that Cade had spent most of his life trying to avoid educating himself in anything having to do with his father’s profession, it wasn’t a bad start.

First, though, he had to tell her about the loan.

Cade grimaced. He’d faced guerrilla insurgents with more enthusiasm than he could muster up right that second.

“So how’s your mother doing these days?” he asked, figuring that was as good a segue as any. Right up until a rarely seen fury flashed in Eden’s eyes. She looked like she might chew the flame off the tabletop candle.

Whoa. He quickly changed the subject back to animals, asking about the cat she’d found the previous day.

Ten minutes later, he’d have been hard-pressed to offer up proof of her claim that not everyone was an animal fan. While it’d all clearly been a guise to gather dirt for gossip, four people had stopped at their table under the guise of asking Eden various vet-related questions, from what her hours were to did she treat pigeons. A couple of groups had made their way over to welcome Cade home and used the
how is business, are you setting him up with a pet
gambit to try and see why the two of them were together.

When a large party, mostly made up of people he’d gone to high school with, came through the door, Cade gave up. There was no way he could talk to her about the loan here.

“Would you like to go?” he asked. “Maybe somewhere quieter where we can talk.”

Eden sucked in her bottom lip for a second, then released it so the soft pillow of flesh glistened temptingly. Her lashes fluttered and soft color washed her cheeks before she nodded.

There she was. That sweet girl next door. Some of the tension that’d gripped Cade, mostly in the southern regions, eased.

Then she lifted her drink and wrapped those lips around the straw again, giving a long, gentle suck. Cade was pretty sure the instant rush of blood to his dick might be a health threat.

“I’d love to go somewhere else,” she said agreeably, setting her empty glass on the table and giving him that look again. The one that said she was pretty sure she knew what he looked like nude, and was just as sure that once she got him that way, she intended to bring him to his knees.

Cade was so freaking tempted to let her. Except for two things.

One, she was Eden. And he had a strict policy against getting naked with good girls like her. The kind that came with strings and ties and expectations.

And two, she was
Eden
. Which meant he was probably imagining all the sexual innuendo. This heat, flaming toward an inferno, was probably all in his imagination. And his pants.

“I haven’t been to the cliffs lately,” she told him as she rose, the soft fabric of her blouse settling around her slender curves in a most intriguing way. “Why don’t we head that way and see how they look tonight.”

Cade blinked.

Uh-oh
.

5

E
DEN
WANTED
TO
DO
a giddy happy dance, but she was horribly afraid that, even sitting in the passenger seat of his car, she’d somehow fall right off these shoes and break her neck. So she settled on giving Cade a wide smile as he parked at the gates leading to the cliffs. When he shut off the car, she waited for him to do the gentlemanly thing, coming around to the passenger’s side.

This was it. Her chance. She called on every seductive wile she had in her body, every naughty idea she’d garnered from years of reading sexy romance novels.

When he opened the door, she looked up to give him her most seductive look, then made sure her body brushed against his taller, harder one as she straightened. The contrast of feeling him against her softer curves was like an erotic charge shooting through her body with the intensity of an electrical current.

Her head spun just a little and heat pooled, damp and sticky, between her thighs. She’d never felt anything like this. The want. The need. Like the very air around them was fueling her passion.

“It’s gorgeous tonight, isn’t it,” she said a little breathlessly, leaning against the car for a second to get her balance. And, if she were honest with herself, to clear her head. He was so intense, so gorgeous, and so mouth-wateringly sexy. But she could handle this. She might be a little—okay, a lot—out of her league, but she was a quick study.

“Gorgeous.”

But he wasn’t looking at the stars, or toward the cliffs, Eden noticed. He was staring at her.

Hoo-boy, she breathed. Maybe she couldn’t handle this.

It wouldn’t be the first time she’d overestimated her abilities.

But she’d never let overestimating, or worrying, slow her down. So she ignored the nerves and offered him a bright smile before taking her first step toward the cliffs.

Too bad she tripped.

“Careful,” he said with a laugh, reaching out to take her hand and lead her oh-so-carefully toward the ocean’s view.

Again with total gentlemanly concern.

She wondered if that translated to his sexual technique. Was he a gentleman there, too? Always letting the lady come first. What did it take to push him over the edge? To make him so crazy that he lost all control.

Could she find out? Did she have it in her?

For another brief second, she worried that she was in over her head. A cautious little voice in her mind warned that she could ruin things between them. That she’d forever lose her hero, the guy who always rode to her rescue. And there was the very real possibility that she’d end up disappointing at least one of them, if not both.

Of course, with her breaking some bones was always a possibility. Or, given her track record, she might send them both tumbling over the cliff into the ocean.

Then again, who better to take that dive with than a navy SEAL, she laughed to herself.

Lust and amusement shushed the little voice, shooing it back to the quiet corner where it belonged. She wanted Cade and this was her shot. She wasn’t going to be scared away from it by silly little fears.

“Not too many people come this way anymore,” she told him as they stepped carefully, the moonlight their only guide along the overgrown path. Her words weren’t quiet, but they were still almost drowned out by the pounding crash of the ocean beyond. “The view is better up the coast, the hike a little easier. But I like it here.”

“Me too,” he said, giving her a cautious smile. Not like he was afraid of her, or worried, really. But like he knew she was up to something and just wasn’t sure what trap she was about to spring. Eden didn’t mind. His knowing that she was playing the game made it that much more interesting.