[Siren Classic: Erotic Romantic Suspense, Contemporary, Interracial] In a small mid-western community, a deputy sheriff hears of Liberty Carmichael's plight. This rugged ex-Marine named Will Banes offers to help Liberty escape her dire situation by protecting her. A widower and gentleman, Will inadvertently wins her affection...and passion.
From the first moment they lay eyes on each other, the chemistry is scorching. Their desire builds until their relationship screams for consummation.
Then the insane man from Liberty's past threatens to show back up, but Will plans to stop him cold.
A Siren Erotic Romance
He stopped hammering and shot her a perplexed look. "Be careful. There's no telling what you'll find."
"Okay, thanks." Liberty felt his gaze attach to her backside as she left the house and crossed the driveway, walking toward the barn. Standing at the planked gray door, she undid the lock with one of the keys that Carrie had given her. A cloud of dust and eerie darkness greeted her when the door opened. She stepped inside and marveled at all the antique items in the barnold bicycles, garden utensils and black iron lawn furniture. Some items were probably made in the early 1900s. When the door shut with a slam, she jumped, and her heart beat like a tom-tom.
She forgot the noise and oohed and ahhed at the items and likened her visit to stepping into a time capsule. Old traps and strange, rusty implements hung from the beams. A tall, slender Coca-Cola sign had been nailed to a beam. Waving a fireplace poker that she had picked up inside the door, she swiped it through silvery webs. Farther she poked and inched into the recesses of the shadowy fringes. Buckets and jars of jelly and pickles occupied shelves. Rusty license plates littered a planked wall, one was dated 1955.
"Amazing," she said. She turned and walked to the left.
The door creaked behind her. Daylight flashed inside. Spooked, her heart almost stopped, and she turned back and looked. A coal-colored, foreboding silhouette of a man stood in the light. Fear shot through her. Martin? Oh God, help me! Screaming, she turned, slammed into a partition and slid down a wall. Pots jarred loose above and fell on her. Tears, hot and harsh, stung her eyes. "No!" She fought Martin's strong hands that grasped her arms.
"Liberty. It's Will! You're okay."
Liberty realized she'd temporarily lost her sanity. "Oh no." Her chest heaved as the rush of adrenalin subsided, leaving her limp, weak and utterly embarrassed. An elongated pause followed. "I'm so sorry."
His tone held caring concern; he was soft and calm. "I can't even imagine all he's put you through. Let me get this." Will took the pot that had fallen on her and threw it aside. He pulled her to her feet and powerfully into his hard arms. With strong sureness she wouldn't soon forget, he slipped his spread hands, palpating her back, moving over her blouse and bra closure. Up her spine his hand traveled, inciting long lost needs. It felt so natural to accept his taut lips when they contacted hers. The feel of his delicious body meeting hers and even his scent, stirred needs that were long hidden in forgotten places, just waiting to come out again.
His arms offered such a tender, comfy respite from the dreadful preoccupations and cares that somehow crept into her psyche.
She began to savor and accommodate his plunging, sliding tongue. Feelings of safety intoxicated her. The scratchy lace of her bra chafed her nipples while they rubbed against his hard chest.
They stood in the warm darkness of a horse stall, their feet planted to the dirt floor, their mouths fused for several heated seconds. Neither Will nor she made a prompt attempt to end it. His hands continued rubbing over her back as the lusty probes of his tongue continued in the recesses of her mouth, stirring her to passion. Her breathing rate increased, and she entertained untoward ideas of letting him fuck her right there. She knew she would forever equate the smell of a musty barn to that moment that he held her in his embrace.
He broke the kiss before things got out of hand by raising his mouth from hers. "Are you okay?" he murmured, his lips hovering a half of an inch above hers. His tickling breath smelled of mint.
She brought her fingertips to her mouth. "Oh dear God."
They lingered a moment more before he stepped back and walked toward the door. "Don't feel bad. It was beautiful." He left her, stepped out of the barn and into the daylight. He peered her way. "Then again, maybe I shouldn't have taken advantage of the situation."