Hot Protector by NY TImes Bestseller Lynn Raye Harris
Hot Protector: H.O.T. Series Book 10
Sometimes the forbidden is impossible to resist…
The 10th novel in the bestselling Hostile Operations Team series. Chase “Fiddler” Daniels finds himself on the run with Sophie Nash—the step-sister he loves to hate. Protecting Sophie from a Russian mobster shouldn’t be too hard. Protecting himself from Sophie’s charm? Somehow, that’s a whole lot harder…
“Lynn's Hostile Operations Team is one of those series that just addictingly good. It doesn't matter how many books she'll write for it because I know I'll read every single one. Every. Single. One. They're that good. It's the perfect combination of sizzling romance with heartpounding suspense. It's action packed and sexy. It's everything I love about romantic suspense and I can't recommend this series enough!” - Dirty Girl Romance
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Excerpt
She remembered Chase as a gorgeous, moody teenager, remembered when she’d started thinking about sex and how he’d figured into some of her masturbatory fantasies. She’d touched herself and thought of the boy in the room down the hall—and now the boy was a man, and he touched her better than she’d ever touched herself.
She heard the bedroom door open—her bedroom door because he hadn’t left her alone the way she’d thought he might when they were finished—and she turned. Her heart flipped and then pounded faster.
He was dressed in jeans and a long-sleeved gray Henley with the top two buttons undone. There was a mark on his neck, right above his collar, and heat pooled between her thighs at the sight. She’d done that. She’d marked him the way he’d marked her.
God help her, she wanted to do it again.
His dark hair was still damp after his shower, but his eyes smoldered as he looked at her across the room. They simply stared at each other, and she wondered what was going through his mind. Was it regret? Desire? Disgust?
“How are you feeling?” he asked.
How was she feeling? Uptight. Jumpy. Needy. Angry because she wasn’t here to have fantastic sex with a gorgeous man but rather because some asshole was threatening her life.
And then there was the tenderness between her legs, the delicious little hurts of the love bites on her skin, and the tingling in her nipples even now as she stared at him. How could she quantify any of that into words?
“I feel fine,” she said. It was a lame response, and his eyes narrowed.
“Fine.” He stalked toward her and her pulse fluttered. When he stopped in front of her, he didn’t touch her. But he was close enough that his body heat enveloped her. “What’s that mean, Sophie?”
She swallowed as she stared up at him. “It means I feel fine. I’m not hurt or upset or anything.”
His gaze dropped to the vee of her sweater. Bless whoever had picked out clothes for her, because they’d managed to get things that flattered her body instead of making her look and feel fat. She knew they’d hacked her credit card records, but there were things in there she’d bought that she didn’t like. Thankfully they hadn’t chosen those styles.
“How do you feel about what we did last night?”
Wow, that was blunt. She could feel the heat blossom in her cheeks. “How do you feel?”
He snorted and pushed a hand through his hair. “You want me to answer before you do. I get it.”
He took a step closer to her and put a hand on her hip, drawing her into him. She didn’t resist because what kind of crazy woman would?
“I feel like I want to do everything we did last night again,” he said. “I feel like I’d fucking kill for the chance to taste you right now—and yeah, I feel guilty too.”
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