Taylor Marshal and her daughter need protecting, yet the bodyguard assigned is the one man she fears the most.
Three years earlier, Taylor gave her heart and body to stranger. After a whirlwind affair of unbridled passion, her hopes were crushed when she finds out her lover, Cory Ross, is a hit man. When she witnesses him take another man’s life then watches her new found love fall from a cliff after being shot, her heart shatters. The only thing left to soothe Taylor’s broken soul is the little life growing inside her. The last thing she expects to find is Cory Ross alive – and back in her life as her own personal bodyguard.
Cory thought his luck had changed after his near death experience in the Bahamas. But when he looks into the eyes of the woman who he suspected had something to do with his accident, he realizes his new assignment to protect Taylor and her young daughter will be pure hell. But to fall in love all over again with Taylor Marshall will be sheer torture.
**excerpt**
Cory took a step toward her until the heat from his body connected with hers. Invisible sparks ignited between them, making Taylor’s heart hammer faster.
“How did Zack kiss you?” His deep voice sent shivers over her body.
“I...I can’t remember.” She shrugged. “Open mouth, I guess.”
Cory drew nearer and dropped his gaze to her lips. “Did his tongue sweep across your lips?” His hand lifted to her face, his fingers breezed over her skin and down her neck. “Did his caress excite you?”
A magnetic pull lulled her to lean into his hand as it traveled inch-by-incredible-inch toward her breast. She closed her eyes and tilted her head, her heart beating in an erratic rhythm. The words denying his questions were on the tip of her tongue. Although she wanted to tell him Zack had never stirred desire in her body, she worried she might tell Cory that his touch had always made her melt.
His hot breath stroked her ear. “Did he?” he whispered, his hand slipping further over the curve of her breast. Against her bra, her nipples puckered in remembrance of his fascinating touch.
Although she tried to stop it, a moan escaped her throat. Keeping her eyes closed, she leaned into him until his lips touched her ear. She rubbed her cheek against his and held onto his arms to stop from dissolving to the floor in a heap of gooey passion.
“Cory…please…”
“Tell me.”
“No.” She turned her face to his, her lips touching the day’s growth of whiskers he used to love to tickle her naked body with. “He never made me feel that way. Never.”
~~Phyllis~~
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