Protect and Serve: Shifting Heat
Book Three in my "Shifting" series in the Protect and Serve line at Changeling Press
Special Agent Rob Hunter lives to protect. After all, it's what unicorn shifters have done since God created virgins. When his best friend asks him to help his little sister recuperate after she's injured, Rob doesn't hesitate. He has fond memories of the sweet little tomboy who chased after them when they were kids.
So what's a traditional unicorn to do when the woman he's falling for isn't a virgin, doesn't need protection and is hotter in bed than any sane man can resist?
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“Damnit!” I rub my shin where I'd hit it against the coffee table. The furniture is in the same place it's been for years, so I have no excuse. I lift my hand to tear at the bandages over my eyes, then pause, just like I have a million times already. They're supposed to stay on at least until tomorrow, and my babysitter is anal about sticking to his rules.
“Kenna, are you okay? I heard you yell.” The steamy scent of clean man rises next to me as Hunter rushes into the living room.
“I'm fine, will you stop hovering? I thought you were taking a shower.” I've been torturing myself with the tempting vision of him in there, in shower, all naked and wet and soapy and… oh-
“Well… yes, I was. I thought you needed me.” pads back to the bathroom, and my gut twists in knots. I graphically picture one of my plush towels wandering over every inch of his hard, wet, muscled body, sliding over every ridge and into every crevice. With a hard swallow, I listen as the door closes after him, indulging in my fantasy of hot shower sex with him.
Damned overprotective unicorn. He's been hovering since he got here, and I don't need the kind of attention he's been giving me. If he only had a clue of exactly how I needed him-
“What do you want for dinner tonight?” sexy voice sounds next to me, slides right into my shorts, underneath my panties and swirls between my thighs in delicious torture. I can feel the phoenix part of me stirring, heating up to his voice, just like she always did. Damned fickle beast. Not like my phoenix ever does anything useful, she just makes me emotional and bitchy, and singes my hair when I get mad.
“How about pizza?” I've got to keep myself under control. He'll only be here for a little while longer, and then I can pray to the vibrator goddess in noisy abandon. The man has ears like a hawk, and no matter how slutty my dreams have been lately, my desperate urge to masturbate is tempered by embarrassment that he might overhear me.
“Pizza sounds good. Pepperoni?” voice retreats to the kitchen where I hear a drawer open. I keep the menus for local take-
“Sure.” Right now I'd agree to anything just to get him out of the room. My sex drive just kicked into high gear and at this rate, he's in danger of being raped. Probably not what he expected when he agreed to help out.his delicious voice into the phone, he calls for pizza delivery like he's ordering aphrodisiacs instead of Italian food. I debate whether I can make it into my bedroom, pull my vibrator out of the bedside table and reach an orgasm before he hangs up the phone. Yeah, I'm that far gone.
“Thirty minutes or less, Kenna. Delivered hot and spicy right to your door.”
“God, I could really use something hot and spicy right now,” I mumble under my breath. I turn toward my room, determined to ease the ache regardless of the consequences, only to halt as his hand lands on my shoulder.
“What did you say?” ripples through me as the heat of his hand seeps through the thin cotton of my shirt.
All the yearnings of my teenage years come rushing back in half a second. Why couldn't I have outgrown like I outgrew so many other unwanted things? Well, I'm damned if I do, and damned if I don't.
“I said I could really use something and spicyright now. And since you don't seem to be interested in satisfying hunger, I'm going to my bedroom where I can shut the door and give my vibrator an extended workout.”
“Listen, Hunter, I'm a grown woman, and this is house. I refuse to act like a nun just because you're here. I'm not one of your government protection details, I'm not your little sister, and I'm sure as hell not a virgin!”
“But Kenna, I…”
“Seriously, Rob. We both know I'm not your type. I learned that lesson years ago. So why don't you get over your old-
His low, amused chuckle drenches my thighs with cream, regardless of my temper. He grabs both my shoulders and turns me slightly to the left, facing away from him. The warmth of his breath on my ear sends shivers all the way down to my toes.
“Honey, if you'd let me finish, I was only going to say you were about to run into the wall. Your bedroom's that way.” He gives me a little push and a slap on the ass, and I swear I almost stumble over my open mouth. “Let me know if you need any help with that vibrator.”
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