On Her Watch by Rie Warren
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The year is 2071 and all hell has broken loose. As the government tries to control the territories that were once the United States, an armed rebellion erupts . . .
AWOL from her military post, Lieutenant Liz Grant will do anything for the rebels she now calls friends. Her latest mission: return to the Beta Corps army and obtain classified information that could turn the battle in the revolutionaries' favor.
There's only one problem: Commander Linc Cutler. Strong, coldly handsome, and always in control, Linc is perplexed by the beautiful soldier brought in for questioning. He doesn't know if he believes her explanation for why she went missing. He only knows his intense sexual desire for her cannot be denied.
“I should’ve said it before, but you look incredible in uniform. Fuck, you look great out of it.” I opened my eyes to his boyish grin sliding into something more rakish, obviously remembering me in nothing but a bra and panties. “But I like this side of you too, all woman.”
“Linc.” The spicy scent of his cologne and the closeness of his large, muscled body catapulted deep craving through me.
Eyes deep and blue lowered to my lips. “Are my advances unwelcome?” His words ran hot strips across my vulnerable flesh.
“No.” I yielded to him in surprise, delight, desire when his tongue stroked his bottom lip before he tucked his teeth into the pink flesh I wanted.
“Let me kiss you?”
A short curse and hungry groan later, Linc curled his hands around my shoulders, moved into my hair, and slanted my mouth to his. Firm and moist, his lips tasted mine. Slow and tender, he plucked at me until I reached around his back, spanning my hands across the width of muscle.
He asked for no quarter, easing his tongue into my mouth. What started out hesitant became a wild, slippery tangle, our hands grasping, mouths gasping.
Savoring the last licks of his lips, pressing for more, I listened to his growl. “You are tying me into knots, Liz.”
I cupped his face, sucking his full mouth, tonguing inside one last time.
Hands running up my thighs, he shook his head when he found my party favor strapped there. “Always packing.”
I dragged my palm down his chest to his trousers, lighting on the thick roll of his erection that jerked beneath my fingers. “So are you.”
Another passionate kiss passed between us, barely there touches promising so much more. It was public; it was a turn-on…yet it felt totally private. I took everything Linc gave, desperate for more, my body surrendering to his. When his thigh parted mine, I rode against his leg, so swollen, so ready for him.
“We have to stop.”
I blinked up at him.
Lips red from our kisses and his cheeks flushed, he grunted. “Goddamn, Liz. We have to stop. I won’t do this here, in front of them.”
The reminder of where we were and why we were kissing was like a bucket of cold water dumped over my head. My pride stung as I withdrew from his embrace. “Maybe you won’t do me at all.”
Our terse whispered exchange didn’t go unnoticed by Cutler. I hoped our intimate kiss and Linc’s testament about my active duty convinced him I wasn’t working for anyone but the Corps and that I was one hundred percent for the CO.
Linc’s expletive was low he as took my elbow. Threading us through the throng, he swiftly made our good nights. “I just saved you from another grilling from my father. You owe me.”
Anger spiked in me. “What did you get out of it?”
He stopped and stared at me before dropping his gaze. “A kiss from you.”
His quiet admission affected me nearly as much as his lips on mine had earlier, but that wasn’t the answer I was looking for. “Why would you help me get into Cutler’s good graces?”
“Ah, now that, that is because I am my father’s son and I want to stay one step ahead of him. You’re a high commodity, whether you’re a true soldier or a traitor, and for the moment, you’re mine. I plan to keep it that way.”
Slinging the fur over my shoulders, he helped me into the Cruiser. Seated beside me, he sent Ginger in motion. “The next time we kiss, Liz, it won’t be in front of an audience, and it won’t be an act.” His whispered words were warm against my ear.
It hadn’t been an act at all, at least not to me. A ball of fire inflamed my sex. A ball of fear rolled around my head. Linc’s magnetism was the focal point of it all.
Deep cover? This is shaping up to be more like deep shit.
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Rie Warren lives in Charleston, South Carolina, with her English artisan husband and their two small daughters. Giving up paintbrushes for paper and pen, she began her writing career fifteen years ago with a manuscript of super epic proportions now safely stored away in England. Whether writing contemporary, LGBT, or paranormal romance, Rie combines heart, heat, and humor with a sexy southern edge. You can learn more about Rie Warren at her website: http://www.riewarren.com.