Her Tempting Protector by Caitlyn O'Leary
Series: Night Storm #2
Publication date: March 31st, 2020
Synopsis (according to Goodreads):
CAN HE GET THEM TO SAFETY IN TIME?
Navy SEAL, Cullen Lyons, knew the moment he saw Dr. Carys Adams treating her patients in an African war zone that she was stubborn, selfless and extraordinary. Ignoring the danger surrounding her, she concentrated on keeping the young mother and newborn alive. Now it was Cullen's job to evade the brutal rebel forces who had targeted Carys and the young family and get them to safety.
HOW WILL THEY SURVIVE?
Carys knows that a three day journey to Khartoum could kill her patients, but staying in hiding would sign their death warrant. She had never met a man like Cullen Lyons, every instinct told her that she could trust him, that she had finally found someone she could lean on, but what if she was wrong? Was he really the hero he seemed to be?
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Excerpt
Kissing and kissing and kissing. She was losing herself in a whirlwind of sensation as his hands stroked her neck, her shoulders, traveling down her spine and finally those powerful hands molding her butt and she about lost her mind.
What mind?
She whimpered as she tried to get her hands under his shirt, but her body was in the way.
"Baby, what is it?"
"I want to feel you," she wailed as she tried tugging again at the front of his sweater. Then she sighed in relief as she worked around to his back and lifted it up and felt the smooth, taut, muscled skin of his back. He felt so good.
The afghan slipped onto the deck. "Honey, we have to take this inside, are you good with that?"
She peppered kisses up the side of his neck, her tongue licking up the taste of him. "Oh yes, inside. Hurry, Cullen." She struggled to get up.
He flexed his muscles and her eyes went wide as she found herself in his arms as he stood up on the deck. "You're not supposed to be able to do that."
"Carys, we kind of do a lot of physical training in my job," he chuckled as he tucked one arm under her bottom and easily opened the door to the house.
Strong is good. I like strong.
She melted against him, secure in the knowledge that he would take care of her. She didn't pay any attention as to where they were going. She continued to stroke the warm heat of his back and lick the sweet and salty skin of his neck.
Her world dipped and she found herself on her back.
"Are you okay, Sweetheart?"
"Why wouldn't I be?"
Cullen traced the contours of her face with his fingers, as he stared down at her. Then she realized he was worried.
"I've never felt so safe, or so aroused," she confessed.
"That's good, because nothing in my life has ever felt as good as this moment."
He meant it, she could see it in his eyes. Carys blinked fast, not wanting to ruin the moment with tears. Now was a time of joy.
With his eyes on hers, he lowered his head and their lips met. Kiss after kiss and she was once again lost in a maelstrom of desire. When his lips left hers, she realized her top of gone and he had moved to brush his tongue across her over-sensitive nipple.
Her back arched so far off the bed she thought she might break in half. So good, it was glorious. "More."
Was that my voice?
Cullen's mouth surrounded the tip of her breast and he lashed at her with his tongue. Vaguely she heard her whimpers of pleasure. She wanted to tell him not to stop. She wanted to beg him for something more because she was coming apart, but she couldn't make words form. She tried to lift her hands to guide him, but they wouldn't work.
She watched through slitted eyes as he pulled off her jeans and panties. Every nerve in her body tingled, and she felt every rub of cloth. Her skin was too sensitive. It was all too much. It wasn't enough.
"God, you're gorgeous," he breathed.
Say something.
"Take..." She languidly lifted one arm.
"What, Honey?"
"You now."
He bent over her, his clothes rasping along her tender skin.
"What do you want, Carys?"
"You. Naked. Now."
Cullen's laugh was throaty. She shivered as it hit every erogenous zone in her body.
What mind?
She whimpered as she tried to get her hands under his shirt, but her body was in the way.
"Baby, what is it?"
"I want to feel you," she wailed as she tried tugging again at the front of his sweater. Then she sighed in relief as she worked around to his back and lifted it up and felt the smooth, taut, muscled skin of his back. He felt so good.
The afghan slipped onto the deck. "Honey, we have to take this inside, are you good with that?"
She peppered kisses up the side of his neck, her tongue licking up the taste of him. "Oh yes, inside. Hurry, Cullen." She struggled to get up.
He flexed his muscles and her eyes went wide as she found herself in his arms as he stood up on the deck. "You're not supposed to be able to do that."
"Carys, we kind of do a lot of physical training in my job," he chuckled as he tucked one arm under her bottom and easily opened the door to the house.
Strong is good. I like strong.
She melted against him, secure in the knowledge that he would take care of her. She didn't pay any attention as to where they were going. She continued to stroke the warm heat of his back and lick the sweet and salty skin of his neck.
Her world dipped and she found herself on her back.
"Are you okay, Sweetheart?"
"Why wouldn't I be?"
Cullen traced the contours of her face with his fingers, as he stared down at her. Then she realized he was worried.
"I've never felt so safe, or so aroused," she confessed.
"That's good, because nothing in my life has ever felt as good as this moment."
He meant it, she could see it in his eyes. Carys blinked fast, not wanting to ruin the moment with tears. Now was a time of joy.
With his eyes on hers, he lowered his head and their lips met. Kiss after kiss and she was once again lost in a maelstrom of desire. When his lips left hers, she realized her top of gone and he had moved to brush his tongue across her over-sensitive nipple.
Her back arched so far off the bed she thought she might break in half. So good, it was glorious. "More."
Was that my voice?
Cullen's mouth surrounded the tip of her breast and he lashed at her with his tongue. Vaguely she heard her whimpers of pleasure. She wanted to tell him not to stop. She wanted to beg him for something more because she was coming apart, but she couldn't make words form. She tried to lift her hands to guide him, but they wouldn't work.
She watched through slitted eyes as he pulled off her jeans and panties. Every nerve in her body tingled, and she felt every rub of cloth. Her skin was too sensitive. It was all too much. It wasn't enough.
"God, you're gorgeous," he breathed.
Say something.
"Take..." She languidly lifted one arm.
"What, Honey?"
"You now."
He bent over her, his clothes rasping along her tender skin.
"What do you want, Carys?"
"You. Naked. Now."
Cullen's laugh was throaty. She shivered as it hit every erogenous zone in her body.
Her Ruthless Protector by Caitlyn O'Leary (Night Storm #1) -
About the Author:
Who am I? I'm the woman married to John, daughter of Pat and Vicki, and sister to three brothers and one sister. I've been writing professionally for six years, have written over thirty books and am a USA Today Bestseller. But the truth? The absolute truth?
I'm just a book junkie. I love, love, love to read. I read every Nancy Drew and Hardy Boys book, but Trixie Belden was my favorite. I read the World Book Encyclopedia set when I was in middle school and had pneumonia. Books have been my escape and savior on many occasions.
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