Title: Her Sensual Protector
Series: Night Storm #5
Author: Caitlyn O’Leary
Genre: Romantic Military Suspense
Release Date: March 30, 2021
The first time Navy SEAL, Leo Perez sees Daisy Squires, he is stopped in his tracks. There she was, slamming her fists on the table, making six men jump to attention in the Afghanistan embassy. It was a beautiful sight to behold. Somebody better find her kidnapped father, and fast.
At her wits end, Daisy realized she would have to rely on the special forces team to rescue her father, which killed her, shouldn’t she be doing something? Anything? To help facilitate her father’s safe return. But when Leo Perez told her to trust him, she started to believe. Maybe trust was finally an option for her.
Daisy and Leo soon find themselves immersed in a situation they never thought possible, as terrorist forces gain strength. Will their emerging love be strong enough to face the deadly forces determined to stop Daisy?
“You’re in a vulnerable state, you can’t see the forest for the trees. Seemed like a good time to stake my claim. Plus…” His voice lowered.
His eyes heated.
She shivered. “Plus what?”
“You’re sitting on a bed. In a hotel room, and…” His voice was a whisper.
He could see her eyes dilate. “And what?”
“Nobody is expecting us to be anywhere, and I’m here in front of you. Where I want to be. On my knees.”
“Bloody hell,” she moaned.
She grabbed his hair and angled her head. Her pillowy soft lips collided with his and his brain went haywire. Her tongue parted his lips and Leo relished her aggression. He wrapped his arms around her waist and stood up, taking her with him. He curved one arm under her ass and coaxed her legs around his waist, turning so that he sat on the bed. She straddled him. It was perfect.
He stroked his hands down her glossy brown hair, luxuriating in the satin feel. Then his hand drifted along her neck, slowly tracing down her soft skin toward the first tantalizing button of her linen blouse. One button undone. Two buttons undone. Then the third. And the fourth. All by touch as he continued to let her take him to dizzying heights with her kiss.
Leo had never let a woman take the lead like this. Daisy’s small hand gripped the nape of his neck, pulling him closer. He smiled against her lips when he heard a feminine growl as she clutched him even tighter. It was as if she wanted one damn thing at this moment that she could control, and if he was it, he was happy to oblige. But when she started to grind the molten heat between her thighs against his erection, it took everything in him to continue to let her command the situation.
“Daisy,” he groaned. “I didn’t bring condoms with me. They’re in my room.”
“Bad Boy Scout,” she glowered. “I’m on birth control. Are you good with that?”
His dick leapt for joy. “God yes. Are you?”
“Oh yes,” she said before she went in for another soul-shattering kiss.
He pulled her shirt open and flicked open the front clasp of her white cotton bra. Touching her breasts was like touching warm silk. He clasped the slight weight in his hand, relishing how she fit perfectly against his palm, her tight nipple throbbing against his hand, begging for a deeper touch. How could he deny her body anything? He circled her areola with his thumb, gratified at her moan of pleasure.
“More,” she gritted out.
He continued with the teasing touch, knowing what she wanted, but wanting her to ask. That had been such a fun game three weeks ago. Round and round, his thumb revolved around the soft skin, waiting…
He jerked when she bit his bottom lip, then he laughed.
“Harder,” she growled. “You know what I want. Harder.”
Once again he was happy to oblige. He dipped his head and sucked her nipple into his mouth, twirling his tongue around the tender nub. She gripped his head, trying to pull him closer, but she was no match for his strength. Her nails bit into his scalp, signaling her desire. Delicately, he bit her nipple and she groaned her satisfaction.
“Yesss. Oh, Leo. Yesss.”
He massaged her other breast, pinching and torturing the nub as she pushed her chest closer to him. She was glorious. She was going to kill him.
It was long minutes of pleasure for both of them before she shoved him away. “I want more. Clothes off now.” Her eyes glittered with desire and determination.
He lifted off the bed with her in his arms, then let her slide slowly to the floor, letting her sensuous body torture his. She reached for his belt and fumbled. Then she stopped and looked up at him.
“Fuck it. It’s too slow that way. Strip,” she commanded.
He laughed again. Laughter and loving, could it get any better?
He pulled his T-shirt over his head and then looked at her watching him. “No fair,” he said. “You’re not stripping, you’re just watching.”
“No woman with a pulse would blame me.” Her tongue ran across her bottom lip.
“You better strip, Woman, otherwise I’m tearing off those clothes, got it?”
She gulped. “You wouldn’t… Would you?”
“Not only that, I’d use the strips to tie you to the bed.”
Her eyes widened. He could tell she was intrigued. They didn’t have time—maybe round two. “Daisy, strip,” he ordered as he sat down on the bed to unlace his boots.
This time he got to watch.
She pulled off her shirt and bra, and he damn near fucked up the knot on his bootlace.
He looked down and got his boots and socks off in record time.
“Hurry,” she said as she skimmed out of her pants.
He got up and unbuckled his belt and pulled down his pants.
He shrugged. “It’s hot in Yemen.” He looked at her in her little white lace panties. He picked her up and positioned her on the bed, then slowly, ever so slowly, slid her panties down her shapely legs.
She sucked in a deep breath, then sighed. He looked up into her eyes; she was his every dream.
“Here. Come here.” She lifted her arms toward him. Leo slid up her body so they could be chest to breast, heart to heart.
“You feel so good. I feel so safe when I’m in your arms,” she breathed into his neck.
Had any woman ever made him feel so good?
This time he started the kiss. A tender kiss, one that let her know how he felt—the care, the longing, the love. She parted her legs, her foot caressing the back of his calf. He felt the warm, wet welcome of her against his cock, but it wasn’t enough. He had to be sure.
Sliding a hand down past her taut stomach, he parted her soft folds and lightly touched her delicate bundle of nerves. She jerked hard against his fingers.
“No, don’t do that,” she begged. “I’m too close. Together. I want us to fly together.”
Her hand smoothed down his erection and guided him towards her entrance, and he was lost. He pushed home in one long glide, relishing her tight depths.
“God, Daisy, you’re killing me.”
She gasped. “My line. That’s my line.”
Her legs wrapped around him and she arched upward, taking more and more of him. She was a goddess as she reveled in the sensuality of their union. He breathed in the vanilla and orange blossom scent of her as she shared her pleasure, which reverberated back on him. Thrust after thrust in her snug, honeyed depths, robbing him of breath, he was just intent on making sure that she reached her pinnacle before he did.
Her nails scored his back as she lunged upwards.
“Leo,” she cried out, then her teeth gripped his shoulder as she shuddered beneath him, sparking his release into oblivion. His last thought was to wonder how was it possible that he felt surrounded and cared for, as if she had taken him to a place where their souls communicated as one.
Caitlyn O’Leary is a USA Bestselling Author, #1 Amazon Bestselling Author and a Golden Quill Recipient from Book Viral in 2015. Hampered with a mild form of dyslexia she began memorizing books at an early age until her grandmother, the English teacher, took the time to teach her to read — then she never stopped. She began re-writing alternate endings for her Trixie Belden books into happily-ever-afters with Trixie’s platonic friend Jim. When she was home with pneumonia at twelve, she read the entire set of World Book Encyclopedias — a little more challenging to end those happily.
Caitlyn loves writing about Alpha males with strong heroines who keep the men on their toes. There is plenty of action, suspense and humor in her books. She is never shy about tackling some of today’s tough and relevant issues.
In addition to being an award-winning author of romantic suspense novels, she is a devoted aunt, an avid reader, a former corporate executive for a Fortune 100 company, and totally in love with her husband of soon-to-be twenty years.
She recently moved back home to the Pacific Northwest from Southern California. She is so happy to see the seasons again; rain, rain and more rain. She has a large fan group on Facebook and through her e-mail list. Caitlyn is known for telling her “Caitlyn Factors”, where she relates her little and big life’s screw-ups. The list is long. She loves hearing and connecting with her fans on a daily basis.