Book 4, A Quick Billionaires Novel
A steamy Navy SEAL romantic suspense.
With danger at every turn, can this Navy SEAL protect the woman he’s vowed to rescue, as well as his heart?
Roberto Cahill is all too familiar with difficult missions, but this particular one is proving to be the most challenging. Struggling to fit back into civilian life after retiring as a Navy SEAL, he started his own private investigation company, charging a small fortune to find people and their secrets. Recently hired by the wealthy McAllister brothers, finding their long-lost sister should be an easy assignment, right? Wrong. Skyler McAllister is one tough woman who’s on the run for her life. She has the smarts, skills and funds to keep herself on the move, and no matter how hard Rob tries, she always seems to be one step ahead of him. Can Rob find her before whoever’s chasing her does? Can he deliver her to her brothers and out of harm’s way without letting the green-eyed vixen with a stubborn streak get captured? Or will letting his guard down be his most dangerous assignment of all?
Skyler McAllister is on the run. She knows too much and the men who murdered her boyfriend want her dead, too. With her late father’s inheritance funding her travels, and her skills forging passports helping her change her name and identity, she’s managed to stay under the radar and one step ahead of the bad guys. Only she lets her guard down when sexy, smooth-talking Cahill crosses her path. Not only do his kind eyes make her want to trust again, find a connection and someone to hold onto, but she finds herself falling for him. Only, she hasn’t trusted a soul in so long, it doesn’t come easily anymore and she struggles to let Rob in.
However, trust is the only way they’ll survive. With their lives endangered, can Skyler risk trusting a man again, particularly one who could so easily take her heart, then possibly walk away forever?
“Fair enough.” He took a small sip from the coconut. “I’m going to go for a quick swim, cool off. Watch the fish, will ya?” He didn’t bother to wait for her reply, but instead pulled his dry shorts off and sauntered his fine, taut ass down to the water. Like a big graceful swan, he dove in, only to emerge practically out near the breakwater.
He better not get sucked into an undertow.
She was NOT swimming out to save his ass.
When he popped up again, this time closer to the beach, and the water glittered on his magnificent torso like a chain mail of diamonds, she swooned.
Who was she kidding? Of course she’d swim out and save his ass. Then she’d give him mouth to mouth, even if he didn’t need it.
She watched him move through the water like a muscular sea god for the better part of an hour. She could have joined him, but it was just as enjoyable watching him. The bunch and flex of his back and arm muscles as he did laps across the small bay—it was what erotic dreams were made of. And every once in a while, he’d dive down deep, sticking that perfect ass of his up into the air. He had to know what he was doing. He didn’t need to push it that far out of the water, like a goddamn dorsal fin made of hard-honed muscle she wanted to sink her teeth into. But he did, and she enjoyed the view.
Eventually, he made his way up the beach, and she wished she had her sunglasses with her so she could ogle him in secret. Instead, her eyes were glued to his package, his abs, his pecs, as he swaggered up the sand. She had to keep her tongue from lolling out the side of her mouth.
His grin was wicked. “My eyes are up here, lady.”
“I know,” she said, not bothering to look away from what hung low between his legs. “And they’re a beautiful brown. But I’m not interested in looking at your eyes right now.”
He chuckled. “Quite the double standard. I don’t think I could get away with saying something like that to a woman.”
Skyler’s nipples pebbled to hard, aching points inside her bathing suit top. “Nope. Probably not. Thank God for double standards. Once in a while, they benefit women.”
He took a sip from one of the coconuts. “You’re bad.”
“I’m okay with that.”
Sitting down beside her, he handed her the coconut. She took a drink, washing down all the saliva that had built in her mouth from staring at him. Fantasizing.
She glanced at him out the corner of her eye as she took a second sip. He licked his lips and sank down onto the bed, tucking his hands under his head and shutting his eyes.
Could she be so brazen?
Running her top teeth over her bottom lip, she put the coconut down and fixed her eyes on his oh so talented mouth. “Are you hungry?”
Lazily, he opened his eyes. He knew exactly what she meant. “Starved.”
She climbed over him and positioned the apex of her thighs over his mouth, dropping down until his breath brushed her flesh.