When Krista catches her boss doing the unthinkable, the only thing she can do is run. Straight into the arms of the eye-candy she’s been trying not to flirt with on her lunch break. But whose side is he on?
Ryan’s security firm is having a hard time getting off the ground, and this may be just the job to help the company out. But pseudo-bounty hunter isn’t really what Pierce Securities is trying to get a name for. When he finds out their target is the classy lady from the park, all of Ryan’s senses go on high alert. What do these men want with her?
Krista is forced into Ryan’s sanctuary in the woods, where she realizes just how wild he is, but she doesn’t want to tame him. He may feel his methods of protection endangered her, but without Krista in his life, Ryan is crazed.
This is book #1 in the Pierce Securities, a Romantic Suspense series by Anne Conley, author of the Stories of Serendipity and The Four Winds.
“How cold is it supposed to get?”
“Not too cold. Fifties?”
“You should have told me to bring more clothes.”
“I packed some for you.” He grinned at her outraged expression.
“You had clothes for me and let me parade around in that blanket all day?”
Flabbergasted, she watched heat creep into his face as he ducked his head, his grin turning sheepish. “A guy can hope.”
“Hope for what?” Heart pounding, she saw the evidence of his attraction as he avoided her gaze. Was he actually as attracted to her as she was to him? Why all the avoidance then? It would certainly make their time together pass faster. At least less awkwardly. “Hope for what, Ryan?”
He looked up at her, the flush in his face making his complexion look ruddy. Hot as hell. She couldn’t stop herself. Krista had never thrown herself at a man the way she was compelled to do with Ryan, but the way he looked at her—like he could devour her any second—made any semblance of decorum fly out the window… er… shelter.
Licking her lips, she watched as Ryan froze, every muscle in his body tensing up. There wasn’t much space between them, but she closed it as she crawled into his lap, feeling a devilish grin on her face. She could feel his arousal press against her core, and she automatically ground against it, eliciting a moan from him.
She’d never been this way with a man before. His hands came up to grip her hips, as if to stop her, but his eyes told her to keep going. He looked helpless to stop his desires and seemed on the verge of giving in to them.
“Hope for what, Ryan?” she repeated in a whisper before leaning forward. She knew he wanted this almost as badly as she did.
“Don’t…” he breathed at her, leaning his forehead against hers.
Her pussy was so hot and wet; she couldn’t believe he was stopping. He was hard and ready. She rocked against him to illustrate.
“Don’t what? You want this, don’t you?” A shot of sobering indecisiveness rankled her. “Or is this all one-sided?” She backpedaled, crawling out of his lap and onto her pile of leaves.
“Fuck,” Ryan muttered under his breath. “Of course I want it, Krista. Like nothing I’ve ever wanted before.” His voice was hoarse and gritty. He adjusted the bulge in his pants, but didn’t come any closer, and Krista felt the sting of rejection all over again. “You’re fucking beautiful. And classy. And perfect.” He let out a whoosh of air she felt across the shelter. “But I know that if we do anything, I’ll want to spend every day buried inside that sweet pussy and I won’t be able to protect you with a distraction like that.” He stood, ducking in the low-ceilinged structure. “I need to protect you.” Without another word, he stalked out of the structure, into the rain.
Krista shivered in the sudden cold of the shelter. The temperature hadn’t dropped physically, but the absence of Ryan left a definite chill against her heated skin. What the fuck had just happened? She had no doubt he wanted her.
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