Free Undercover Elite (Undercover Elite Book 2) by Suzanne Steele, Stormy Dawn Weathers Page A

please.”
    “What are you doing here, Thorn?” she asks weakly.
    Time to show her.
    Before I even have time to think about what I’m doing, I lock my hand in the long hair falling down her back and spin her around, pulling her tight against me. She opens her mouth to spout more bullshit, and I take full advantage of that situation as I tug on her hair and cover her mouth with mine. My whole fucking body is electrified as I slide my tongue against hers and she melts against me.
    Yeah, I’m not going anywhere. This time I’m here for the long haul.

Windy
    His mouth crashes down on mine and his tongue probes as if he’s exploring every inch of my being. My knees go weak as I melt into him. He takes his free hand and places it at the small of my back, supporting me and pulling me into his hardness. Thorn is back, but this time he’s crashing over me like a tsunami, washing away my ability to think. All I can do is feel. I wrap my arms around his neck and press my breasts against his warmth. I’m in so much trouble and I know it. As I pant and pray for strength to remain standing, I am consumed by a hot, visceral, bone-shaking need for this man. I feel the walls I’ve tried to erect against him come crashing down around me. He pulls back and I open my eyes, getting lost in his heated gaze as his arms tighten round me.
    “I’ll say it as many times as you need to hear it. You need to accept the fact that your life has changed, and I’m not talking about your apartment or your job. I’m back and this time I’m not leaving. You’re not a kid anymore, and I’m not some crush you daydream about.” Without taking his eyes from mine, he very deliberately curves a hand over my breast, massaging my flesh and running his thumb over the stiff peak. “What I am is the man who’s going to protect you from here on out. This isn’t child’s play, Windy. I’m staking claim on you, girl, here and now. It’s done, and there isn’t a damn thing you or your daddy can do about it.”
    He plants a hard, closed-mouth kiss on my lips before releasing me, his smoldering gaze lingering on my breasts and my swollen lips. Not a word is said as he lifts a large box with ease and makes his way down the stairs.
    What the fuck just happened? Thorn is acting like a jealous boyfriend. I’m staggered by the fact that he just declared that was he staking claim, as he worded it. He might as well have branded me with all the heat he poured into that kiss.
    Right now the best thing to do is focus on getting my stuff moved into the apartment -- just as soon as I can get my shaky legs to cooperate. As Thorn said, we’re losing daylight. I hate to admit it, but I’m glad I’ve got a muscle man escorting me to my new home the first night. The reality of what I’m getting ready to do is setting in and I’m a little bit more nervous about it than I expected to be.
    We finish loading the boxes in silence and once again he follows behind me in his SUV as I make my way downtown. I’m grateful our apartment has a garage because even at dusk with just a few street people starting to wander around, it isn’t somewhere I want to leave my car parked on the street.
    Melissa comes out and starts helping us unload boxes. She waits until he’s out of earshot before she grabs my arm and hisses in a stage whisper, “Who’s the hottie?”
    “He’s the muscle my dad recently hired to make me lose my effing mind,” I reply as I roll my eyes and balance a box in my arms.
    “Wait, that’s…your childhood crush you told me about?”
    “In the flesh.”
    “Well, honey, if you don’t want him, he can damn sure protect as much of me as he wants.”
    I grit my teeth. I try to backtrack so I don’t look like the jealous girlfriend, “I’m trying to get rid of him, not keep him around.”
    “Mm hmm, I just bet you are.”
    “Is this where she’ll be staying?” We both look up as Thorn makes his way over to the window, testing the lock. “I see