EACH HOLDING A DIFFERENT BADGE OF THE LAW
EACH SWORN TO SERVE AND PROTECT
protection: a person or thing that prevents someone or something from suffering harm or injury
Sergeant Justin Cunningham just completed one of the most dangerous missions of his life, facing off with a notorious drug cartel. Blood was shed and sacrifices were made, but the risk had been worth it because there he found Selena Del Marco, the drug lord’s daughter, who possessed an endearing innocence that could not be tainted.
Not even by the corruptive world she lived in.
Trapped beneath her father’s iron fist for most of her life, Selena often dreamed of escape but would never attempt it for fear of his deadly wrath. After all, watching how her mother died would forever haunt her.
However, her prayers were answered one fateful night and with it came freedom and protection.
Now she can finally start building a life of her own, and as the days pass she longs for Justin to be a part of it. But right when things begin looking up, a new danger lurks, exposing a secret that will turn her newfound life upside down.
Placing my hand in the center of his stomach, a shiver races through me at the distinct contrast. He may be all hard planes and tight muscle but it’s encased in smooth, tan skin.
My mouth waters to know what his skin tastes like because he always smells so incredible.
My mind swirls, his distinct manly scent bringing all my senses to life. I silently thank the heavens I’m not standing up; otherwise, I would fall flat on my face. Instead, my instincts take over. I lean forward, dropping a kiss right above the waistband of his jeans. I’ve never been so bold.
But he brings something out in me. Something I can’t describe much less comprehend.
It only begs to feel.
His abs tighten in response and I revel in the effect I have on him so I do it again.
“Jesus, Selena,” he hisses, cradling the back of my head with his hands. “I can’t handle that mouth on me right now. Not when I want you this much.”
“I want you, too,” I whisper.
“It takes every ounce of control I have not to lay you down and find out just how deep I can bury myself inside of you. But I want your first time to be perfect.”
“As long as it’s with you, it will be.”
I gaze up at him, the power radiating off of his body is hot and thick, penetrating the air around us, but instead of being intimidated or afraid, I seek refuge in it.
This man. This powerful, beautiful man would never hurt me. I knew that the moment I met him. The moment that I looked into his soulful eyes. The moment he grabbed my hand and refused to let go.
The rustle of fabric fills the room as he rids me of my dress and my bra before laying me back down. His mouth finds my chest once more, the center of my breast, moving down.
Until he’s found my bare calf. He kisses the skin there but I feel it everywhere.
Between my legs.
At my very core.
Branding himself across my heart.
Burrowing his essence into my soul.
His lips move upward, toward the side of my knee. Each kiss singeing the edges of my self-control. Every action is measured and fluid as if he’s done this very thing a million times before.
As if my body answers only to him.
Then his mouth hovers right above my panties, his warm breath tickling my skin. “You smell so good. I could spend hours worshiping this body,” he says, dragging his hand up the outside of my thigh to splay across my hip. Lowering his head, his tongue darts out, dragging it right along the seam, driving me to the edge of insanity.
Finally, he does what I long for him to do. Curling his fingers around my panties, he pulls them down then wads the scrap of fabric in his hands and brings it to his nose before winking at me and tucking them in his back pocket. My heart pounds wildly against my chest, the erotic act setting off fireworks in my blood.
Then he slowly spreads me wide, placing his hands on my inner thighs to hold me open as his mouth covers me, his tongue dipping low to collect the very last of my inhibitions. My hands find purchase in his hair, fingers digging into his scalp in an effort to anchor myself, but it is no use, he sends me catapulting across the dark sky in a display of brilliant, fiery light. The universe no longer exists.
This perfect moment.
Dropping tiny kisses to my trembling thighs, he shifts to stand up and pulls his wallet from his back pocket, placing it on the bedside table. Then he unbuttons his jeans, pushing them off along with his underwear. His eyes stay locked on mine as he retrieves something from his wallet but I dare not look away to find out what it is. I don’t want anything to steal this moment.
The only light in the room is the faint bedside lamp but it’s enough to define every angle and ridge, putting his raw beauty on full display. He’s breathtaking, muscles cording and constricting as he strokes himself, holding my gaze. I’ve never felt more beautiful, more desired than I do right now.
The Sergeant’s Protection is book 3 in the Brothers in Blue series and follows Justin Cunningham and Selena Del Marco.
K has been married to her very own country boy for 14 years. They live in the deep south with their two crazy kids and a speckled beagle named Sadie. K worked in property management for ten years. When she’s not writing, you can find her nose stuck in a book or singing out loud to her favorite songs.
K released her debut novel, Because You’re Mine in September 2013. She has since released two follow up books, Until You’re Mine and When You’re Mine and is set to release the fourth book of the MINE series, Forever You’re Mine on April 13, 2015. K writes with passion about what she knows, love, romance and all things southern.