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This week, I’m busy writing the next Uncharted SEALs story—this one’s about an ex-sniper on vacation in Cancun trying to figure out what’s next for him. He meets a very sexy woman and things get hot and heavy fast, but she has some secrets… I’m nearing the end, and a good thing—Through Her Eyes comes out August 4th!
So, in the meantime, enjoy an excerpt from the first Uncharted SEALs story, Watch Over Me. 🙂
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Watch Over Me
When Deke Warrick accepts an unsanctioned detail to keep tabs on a congressman’s niece while she vacations in the Caribbean, he expects the only dangers he’ll face are sunburn and a rum hangover. Determined to keep his distance, his resolve is challenged by a chance encounter with the beautiful Nicky Martir—and then shattered when she’s snatched from their hotel room.
She arrived at her door breathless and slipped him her key card. Once he’d opened the door and done his little safety check, he directed his attention back to her, laser focus sliding over her body, head to toe, leaving her feeling singed everywhere his gaze touched.
He turned on the lamp beside the bed then strode to the overhead light switch, turning it off. Then he went to work on his buttons, jerking his chin in her direction. “Get those off.”
Although she’d never been spoken to like that before by a man, she didn’t need to be told twice. His delivery was harsh and graveled, his words straight to the point—and she found she liked it. But she didn’t dare betray her inward grin. She couldn’t have him feeling too confident. Already once tonight, he’d taken her to the edge of her endurance. Her pride wouldn’t allow her to reveal the extent of her desire. She narrowed her gaze and took her sweet time stepping out of her shoes, removing the few pieces of jewelry she’s worn—earrings, a thin bracelet—and setting them on the bedside table. By the time she reached for her zipper, she saw he was already nude and he’d folded his arms over her broad chest.
Her fingers went still as she stared at him. Her mouth dried. In the golden glow of a single lamp, his body was a beautiful, burnished brown, except for the pale stripe of skin across his hips. Her gaze went straight to his sex, already fully awakened, and jutting from his groin. Perfectly proportioned with his large, muscular body. Oh my. Her thighs pressed together at the renewed urgency cramping her core.
He strode toward her, more intimidating naked than he’d been clothed, and she fought to breathe, lifting her hair clear of her zipper as he circled behind her and slid down her zipper. She trembled as he quickly pushed her dress to the floor and hooked his thumbs in the sides of her panties to drag those off, too.
Standing naked, she shivered in the cool conditioned air as he circled her again, his head bent as he studied her body. Not politely, either. His hands touched everywhere his gaze went, smoothing over her bottom, her hip, lifting her breasts one at a time. Slipping between her legs to cup her mound. Feeling as though she’d been thoroughly inspected, she didn’t know whether she should feel flattered or outraged.
When he stopped right in front of her, he lifted her chin with a curved finger. “I can’t be…polite.”
She didn’t reply, simply giving him a steady glare. Was she really ready for this?
“Just so you know. It’s been a while for me, Nicky.” His jaw tightened and he stepped back. “I want you in the middle of the bed. Be sure to pull the covers all the way down.”
“Are you always this romantic?” she quipped, shaking back her damp hair.
“I’m never this desperate.”
His voice was a deep sexy rumble that filled the air between them. She blinked and a wash of pure percolated heat swept over her. His words weren’t an apology for his lack of finesse, but a satisfactory explanation in her mind. He felt the same way she did—so taut with sexual desire not much was needed to snap the thread of her self-control.
While she stared, he opened his hand. A condom rested in the center of his palm. She watched fascinated, oddly jealous as he quickly fit it to the tip of his cock and rolled it down, giving himself a quick up and down stroke before glancing at her again.
The moment had arrived. This time, she didn’t feel a single sliver of doubt. She wanted him. Although they’d only just met, getting it on felt inevitable.
He made a growling sound, which made her jerk, and she hurried to the bed, aware of his gaze following her. She pulled back the covers and tossed them to the floor. When she glanced over her shoulder, her breath hitched. He was right behind her.
Strong arms encircled her waist. Rough hands cupped her breast and mound. His bristled cheek rubbed against hers. “This first time’s going to be a little rough and fast.”
Nestling back against his hard body, she whispered, “And the second?”
His breath gusted on a choked laugh. “I’ll take it slower. Give you everything you want.”
“Rough and fast is good,” she rasped.
He twisted behind her, and easily lifted her, laying her on the bed. Before she could move to make room, he crawled right over her, nudging apart her thighs. His hands wrapped around hers, holding them beside her head. His cock pushed against her folds.
Not needing any further prompting, she opened to him, surrendering. She slid her feet up the mattress, bending her knees, spreading them, inviting him closer.
With a flex of his hips, he sank inside.
Nicky’s jaw lowered. Her eyelids drifted downward. The pressure of his large blunt head entering her was surprising. Glorious. His girth filled her, stretched her. Friction quickly heated her channel.
He began rocking, the push-pull of his hips drugging to her senses. Her pulse caught his rhythm, drumming against her temples. Moisture flooded her, welcoming him and easing his insistent intrusion.
All the while he moved, he stared down into her eyes, his features darkening, his nostrils flaring. “You’re so fucking tight, baby. So hot.”
“Please, please, don’t stop,” she gasped, a prisoner of his intense look.
“Not a chance.”
His hands released hers, and she reached up, sliding her open palms over the rounded muscles of his chest then gliding around his ribs to rake her nails down his back.
An action he appeared to relish, because he stroked faster, making deep, growling sounds of pleasure that made her smile. And then suddenly, he halted, sliding from inside her.
She cursed, digging in her fingernails, hoping to keep him close. But he shrugged them off, kneeling between her legs, hooking his arms beneath her knees, and lifting her bottom from the bed. His cock nudged her again, found her center, and plunged deep.
Nicky shouted, gripping the bedding at her sides, because now he had all the control, pulling her hips to him as he plunged deep, pushing her away as he withdrew, his strokes harsh and quick, jolting against her body. Not that she cared. Lord, she didn’t. Helpless in his grasp, she let herself go, arching, writhing, her head thrashing on the sheets as the pleasure rose on a steep incline, steadily higher.
She was on fire. Her skin, her pussy. The bed shook, pounding the headboard against the wall, shuddering as he pistoned into her, relentlessly pounding. “Deke!” she cried out. She was nearing the peak. Could tell her orgasm would be powerful. Her body was taut, the tension in her core winding tighter and tighter.
“Baby, now,” he rasped. “Come now.” With a quickening of his thrusts, he raised his arms at his sides, widening her thighs, completely unimpeded, as he pounded against her.
Each slick slam struck her clit. Caught on the edge, the sight of him—sweat gleaming on his skin, emphasizing the bulging muscles, his face hard-edged and feral—pushed her over the edge. She screamed, digging her head into the mattress as pleasure exploded. Her body went rigid. For the longest, she hung there suspended, shuddering as her core convulsed. Sex had never been this intense, this rigorous or sublime. She soared, a thin keening wail echoing in the room as blackness closed in around her.