Free Her Shield (The Uncut Series Book 1) by D. Camille Page A

anything?” he asked quietly.
    Isis looked into his face. “We didn't get to see each other naked.”
    Marc took her hand. “No we didn't, but I promise you we will.”
    She smiled at him. “I should get up and shower. I don't usually sleep in my clothes.”
      “Me either.”
    Isis looked at him still in his attire from yesterday. “You stayed here with me?” she asked.
    He nodded. “I wanted to be close if you needed me.”
      “I think I'll be fine. The pain killers will kick in soon.”
    Marc watched her closely. “Do you need help getting into the shower?”
      Isis lifted a brow and Marc shook his head. “I want to make sure you're not dizzy because I don't want you to fall and hurt yourself. I am here to keep you safe,” he pointed out.
      “Help me stand up and let's see,” she told him.
      Marc stood from the bed and held out his hand to her. Isis got to her bare feet and tested her balance.
    She looked up at Marc who held on to her arm. “I think I can make it.”
    He nodded and stepped back.
      “Can you unzip me though?” she asked slowly turning her back to him.
      “Of course.” Marc pulled the zipper down from her neck to the top of her behind.
      Isis reached up and drew the garment down her shoulders before allowing it to pool at her feet leaving her standing in her bra and panties. Her breath caught at the first touch to her back. Marc lowered his face to her hair and inhaled before he pulled her back against his body resting his hand just below her breasts.
      “Isis, you are so beautiful,” he whispered down into her ear.
      “Is that all that I am Marcus?”
    His hand moved lower to her abdomen. “I used to think so.”
      She closed her eyes as he touched her bare skin. “Until I realized that you're also sweet and funny. You're strong and honest...and you've completely blown me away.”
      “You blew me away the first time you touched me at my Daddy's office,” she told him.
    He kissed her neck. “I remember you flashing those big brown eyes at me.”
      Isis smiled as his hand traveled lower. He traced the top of her panties before moving up to cup her breast. She moaned and it reminded him of being in her apartment during the rescue. At that time, it had driven him nearly to distraction, just as it was right now. 
      Marc took his other hand and unraveled the already loosened knot atop her head watching her dark hair fall to her shoulders. Slowly he lowered her bra strap from her shoulder and replaced it with his lips blazing a path up to her ear. Isis tilted her head to allow him better access and was rewarded with another firm squeeze to her breast.
      Isis was now in another world. No man had ever touched her, let alone touched her the way Marcus was right now. His hand was now inside the band of her panties moving closer to her unseen area. She held her breath in anticipation when he touched the top of her shaved mound. His phone began to ring and she held his hand in place, wanting him to continue.
      “I have to answer,” he whispered against her neck.
      “Noooo,” she protested.
      Marc removed his hand. “Go take your shower Princess.” He pulled his phone out of his pocket and checked the screen. “This is Graham.”
      Isis turned to him and he looked down at her as he listened to the caller. Marc kissed her on the forehead then turned to walk out of the room. “What the hell does that mean?” She heard him bark into the phone.
      Isis shrugged, assuming that the call had something to do with his job. She touched her breast then let her hand slide down to where his had been. His touch had sent heat throughout her entire body and his kisses took her to a place she never imagined. Stepping out of her dress, Isis walked into the bathroom to shower and prepare for Special Agent Marcus Graham to take her...literally.
      By the time she emerged from the shower her headache had subsided considerably thanks to the pain medication. Isis