Page 112 of Finding Carly
He leaned close and took her lips without a word.
Ashlyn threw her arms around his neck and held on as he kissed her with all the pent-up sexual tension they’d been tiptoeing around for months.
When he finally lifted his head, Ashlyn could feel the dampness between her legs.
“Nothing serious,” he murmured as he studied her.
“Nothing serious,” she echoed.
Then Slate wrapped an arm around her waist and they walked toward the entrance to her apartment building.
Her friends were gonna die when they heard she and Slate were finally acting on their attraction. They’d probably go overboard and assume they’d get married in a week or something, since they were all madly in love with their own SEALs. But Ashlyn was more than satisfied to merely hook up. She was practical, and they were too different to actually end up together in the long run…but in the short term? Ashlyn was all for casual dating and sex.
She couldn’t keep the smile off her face as Slate led her up the stairs.
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