She likes it rough… He likes it rougher. So much for secrets.
After eight years of searching for him, Carli’s ex-fiancé, Aidan, shows up naked in her bed. Finally she has her chance to show him she regrets leaving him on the eve of their wedding and get him back. But will she have the nerve to tell him the truth about herself and why she ran? Will her childhood sweetheart understand and accept her true needs as a sexual submissive?
Forced to return to Carli on a mission, Aidan just wants to get the Intel he needs from her and get the hell out of town. Maybe with this reunion he can rid himself of her once and for all. Until a thorough search of her home unearths some secrets that shock him to the core. Was there more to her abandonment than he thought? With this new information, a plan formulates and he is determined to learn how far she will go when she loses her prized control.
The familiar rush of cool air enveloped Carli as she opened her front door and walked inside. The warming scent of fresh baked apples and the soft glow of her dimmed kitchen lights welcomed her as usual. Kicking off her boots and hanging her jacket on a hook, she could think of little else besides a cold beer and a long soak in her Jacuzzi tub.
Rolling her shoulders, she winced as the muscles tightened painfully.
What I need is a man, someone to help release some of this tension.
The day had not gone well. When she proved her latest client's husband to be a lying, cheating bastard, as usual, the wife had not been grateful for the news and became hysterical. Carli spent the last hour being yelled at, slapped in the face and then, to add insult to injury, had to mop up buckets of tears.
I can't believe she caught me off guard on that one.
She reached up and touched her still throbbing cheek. Sometimes it sucked being a Private Investigator.
When had her life taken such a dark turn? She felt a far cry from her days as a sniper in the Marine Corps. Her time in the military had been exciting, a real thrill a minute. Traveling all over the world, she’d led a group of hunky soldiers who jumped at her every command. Carli even got to play with big guns. She especially loved the big guns. Her life was perfect.
Except one thing…Aidan.
She tried everything to forget him. Work. Exercise. Sex—lots of sex, but nothing could erase the memories of her sweet Aidan. Her nipples tightened, as always, when thoughts of him and his long lanky frame pressed tightly against hers came to mind. While not heavily muscled, his youthful body had been firm and fit. Shaking her head, she did her best to push back the memories before she either ended up with a headache or a bleeding heart once again. Eight years had passed since she'd seen him last. Walking away from him was her biggest mistake. When would she be able to forget?
“Uh…” She froze in mid step.
What the hell was that? Someone was in her house. Damn it. I do not fucking need this right now. Automatically she reached behind her and pulled her Glock from the waistband of her snug jeans. Slipping the safety off, she crept down the hallway in the direction of the sound. A visual sweep of the kitchen revealed nothing out of order. The living room was dark and cast with shadows, but it only took seconds for her to determine no one hid amongst her sparse furnishings.
Moving toward her bedroom she detected someone's light breathing.
Gun at the ready, she eased into her room looking for her intruder. The gentle snoring grew louder and as she glanced to the bed in the corner she caught sight of a glorious full moon shining in her direction.
Holy Shit! There's a naked man sleeping in my bed with the finest ass I have ever seen.
As she stepped closer to the bed, even more of his naked body came into view. She swallowed tightly and took a long breath of hair. When was the last time she’d seen such a gorgeous specimen of man? Her gaze was drawn to the deeply tanned skin and the sinewy muscle of his thick arms. Clearly he spent a great deal of time working outside. Muscles like that did not come from a gym.
His jet-black hair fanning across her pillow appeared a little too long, but soft enough she practically ached to run her fingers through the strands. The soft light spilling from the bathroom bathed his body with just enough illumination for her to see plenty. That amazing ass connected to huge muscular thighs and for a split moment she thought about what it would be like to have those hard muscles pressed against her body.
Get a grip. He's a complete stranger. An intruder in your home and you're fantasizing about his legs?
Gripping her gun tighter, she opened her mouth to demand what the hell he was doing in her bed, when he gently rolled over on to his back. With the first glance of his chest liquid pooled in her panties. His gloriously sculpted pecs with a sprinkling of hair narrowed down to a trail leading to… Stop!
Quit thinking with your pussy and use your brain. She shook her head to clear the fog threatening to take over and glanced at his face to see if she could identify him.
She couldn't breath.
Her chest constricted. The arm holding her gun went slack. She hissed, a quick intake of breath. The shock of seeing him in her bed after all this time rattled through her brain, but before she could process what was happening, a strong hand circled her wrist pulling her toward the bed. With no time to react she quickly found herself pinned underneath him staring into his steel blue eyes.
“Jesus Christ, Carli, you could have gotten one of us killed sneaking up on me like that.”