Free Her Mysterious Protector (Her Protector Alpha Male Military Romance Book 1) by Michaela Strong Page A

He got really close to her face, all grins and teasing, "That I was the teaching type?"
    "No that you were a Marine."
    His smile expanded across his face. "You can spot us, can't you?"
    "Bite me."
    "Beautiful, never give a Marine an order. He'll just follow it."
    "Oh Big Dog…"
    "Yessss?" Rory's voice was syrup, and Dana wanted to both swallow it and bath in it. Use it like massage oil. It was so warm and think and delicious.
    "You have to give me back my shoe."
    "Why is that?"
    "I have bare feet. I know it's like a summer's day and cute as it is downtown Silver Spring, it can't be sanitary for me to be walking around like this. Besides, I am not sure I can hop on the bus with no shoes on."
    "You take the bus?" Rory asked incredulously.
    Oh man, thought Dana. On top of being cavalier, virulently sexy, just plain hot…he couldn't also be supersonic that perceptive too, could he? No. Dana didn't take the bus. She lived a block around the corner in the Warwick apartments. Right now it was all about her getting her way.
    "Always. I take the bus," she lied.
    "Where's the stop?"
    Dana arbitrarily picked a stop within sight. As soon as she indicated it, she felt the powerful forces of his massive arms lift her as easily as if she were her other shoe. Rory was carrying her.
    "Hello?"
    "Yes," Rory replied, his face so intimately close to hers.
    "Big Dog, I'm a little creeped out. You're carrying me down the street and—"
    "And what?"
    "You don't know me, for one."
    "I know you just fine, don't I?"
    Dana felt her innards pull. It was mortification. Well some of it was mortification. The rest of it was pure animal attraction and she was pretty sure she needed to change her under drawers. He probably did know her. She never felt so obvious in her life. "I'm heavy," Dana switched protests.
    "Really what do you weigh? 105? 110?"
    Dana weighed closer to 130. "Yes that's about right," she answered.
    "I said Marines. Not Navy. I'm no weakling."
    "I don't know any Navy people."
    "I did," replied Rory.
    Something was striking to Dana in his reply. It was a random intuition that she had about a virtual stranger – a virtuous stranger—that he was alluding to something sad. A wave of heaviness, an apparition of grief, pressed over them.
    *
    And that grief was the perfect segue for Dana to begin thinking about her ex-boyfriend. It had been a lifetime since Dana was in the arms of a man. Flashes of stills of sex …raw, hot, I-can't-get-enough-of-you sex played through her head. Gray-washed scenes of her ex, his broad shoulders over her, her hand on the smooth, firm curves of his buttocks as he pistoned into her… filled… and made her say out loud specifically what it was they were doing.
    "What do you like?" he'd whispered to her, urging her to talk as dirty to him, say words she loved to hear him say. She could feel his hot, tickling breath caress her neck.
    "I like fucking you," she told him, letting her voice be sweet and sugary.
    "Does it feel good?" he coaxed her.
    "Yes. It is the best in the world."
    "What is?" he teased.
    "Your cock," she told him.
    "Really?" he played. "Is it better than when I stick my hot wet tongue deep inside your hot pussy?"
    Sweet agony. Dana wouldn't trade those moments for anything but the luscious recollection of them followed by a maddening emptiness. It was the price of letting him go, saying enough was enough. For as magnificently as he fucked her, he was a blight, a walking wrecking ball on all the progress she made in her life.
    Dana had to stop. She had gotten herself all worked up, felt a tremendous aching deep within her core that needed filling by a man. A real man. Not a phantom in her head. And not the phantom one she married for not even that guy was the real man she thought he was. And it always came round to that. It had all been a sham, the love of her life and that made the hole in her heart as empty as the one between her legs.
    *
    "Put me down Marine…Big Dog," she ordered, now on a total