He was the only one she trusted to carry her out of the frigid darkness back into the warm light.
Here’s a teaser to tide you over until PROTECTOR, Doms of Mountain Bend, comes out later this month.
He waited until they were as alone as they could be in a room holding over seventy people before giving Lisa his full attention. Taking in the damp ends of her hair clinging to her neck, he stepped close enough for her nipples to brush his chest. “I’m usually a pretty good judge of character, but gotta admit I never pictured you here at Spurs, Ms. Halldor.” He smirked when she narrowed her eyes at the sarcastic inflection he’d used in saying her name.
“Then we’re even, Deputy McDuff, since I never imagined you here, either. If you’ll release me, please, I’ll be on my way.”
Oh, no, he wasn’t letting her off that easy, not while gripped with the urge to erase the prim façade that replaced the stark desire she’d exhibited a moment ago by giving her what she’d come here seeking. Testing her, and himself, he slid his hands behind her neck then spread his fingers as he pushed them up under her hair to cradle her head in his palms. Watching the pulse jump in her neck, he could almost hear the rapid pounding of her heart.
“Not yet, and here, it’s Master Shawn. You don’t want to leave with your body still vibrating for the touch that will ease the strain from whatever is bothering you, do you? No, keep your eyes on me,” he insisted when her attempt to pull free of his hold ended with that telltale shifting of her gaze, leaving no doubt she knew of her inability to shield her emotions.
“You want to continue with me? Are you sure?” she asked.
“Yes.”
He found himself wanting to appease her straining needs as much as he needed answers about this constant tug of vague recognition. Again, he discounted the possibility she was the young girl he’d rescued so long ago despite the same coloring and soft voice that kept triggering the memory. That much coincidence was too farfetched to believe.
Shawn waited until her desire overrode her caution and she gave him a reluctant nod to continue. “Good girl.” He was never stingy with his praise when warranted. Dropping his hands to her shoulders, he caved to the temptation to touch her and drew his palms down her chest and over her nipples to cup the soft mounds. “So dainty, much like the rest of you. But you’re tough on the inside, aren’t you, Lisa?”
“When I need to be, Sir.” She bit her lip as he squeezed her breasts before releasing them.
“Let me assure you that you don’t need to be tonight, not with me. Let go whenever you’re ready.” Turning away, he walked to the wall of implements and chose a flogger with three short, wide straps and returned to stand behind her. “Do you wish to keep your skirt on?” he asked, snapping the strands on the back of her right thigh just below the hem.
A groan slipped past her compressed lips, a shudder rippling down her smooth back. “On, please.”