His By Sunrise: A Military Erotic Romance (Sexy Siesta Series Book 1) Read Free

retreat. Only Blake’s father had passed before she could leave, and now here she was. Sitting outside Blake’s house at a quarter to eleven and no exit strategy in sight.
    Ahì ahì ahì! She’d really stepped in the frijoles this time .
    Worry formed in the pit of her stomach. What if she couldn’t go through with it? Walking away from Blake almost seemed cruel at a time like this.
    Her mama would cross herself and tell her El Diablo was alive and well in Isabella’s blood for this. She didn’t know about any devil in her blood, but her gut definitely told her something was wrong.
    She hadn’t planned it to work out this way, but it was too late to back out now. Or was it? She hadn’t turned in her resignation yet or sent in her job acceptance letter to the other company.
    Frustrated, she abandoned her search for her facial powder and tossed her purse in the seat with a heavy sigh. Why the hell did he want to see her now anyway? Shouldn’t he wait a few days before tackling the workload his father had left behind? Pure Blake style, he would probably want to charge head-on. Only he didn’t realize he’d picked the day she’d sealed both their fates with a pen stroke.
    Not even an hour had passed since his number flashed across her screen, taunting her to pick up. She’d been tempted to let voice mail take it, but something had her finger reaching out to press that little green button. Now here she was parked in front of his house in the backwoods of Texas.
    It had been a while since she’d been here. With Blake gone she hadn’t needed another reason to stay away from all the shared memories the place held...
    No need to rehash the past. She would steel herself, get the job done, and then….Then she’d deal with the fallout when she was alone like she always did.
    Isabella clenched her fingers around the wheel, her gaze locked on the front door. Second thoughts plagued her. Did he sense something was up? It wasn’t pure luck that kept him alive out on the battlefield.
    Big mistake, Bella . This had to make her the biggest push over this side of the Mississippi. She knew better than to answer his damn call.
    She moved her fingers to the keys still hanging in the ignition, ready to gun the Mustang’s motor and put some much-needed distance between her and the sexy not-good-for-her Marine with a single good-bye text to his cell. Fingers posed, a movement caught her attention from within the house.
    Too late.
    No mistaking the six-feet-four-inch silhouette of badass Marine as he moved stealthily through the front parlor. Even in the low light, she could make out the line of his strong jaw, thick shoulders, and well-defined arms. A shiver trickled down her spine. The man oozed sex appeal from a mile away.
    She knew her limits, and one look into those hazel eyes rimmed with a dreamy set of lashes would spell her doom.
    She knotted a lock of hair as she watched the shadow disappear from the window. With a single shared look, any hopes of a fresh start away from here would go up in flames. Those smoldering looks he had a habit of throwing her way, coupled with the low-slung jeans he favored, did things to her. Things that would have her in his bed with one come-hither crook of his finger.
    Like a traitor intent on torment, her mind called up the sound of his baritone voice that still carried a hint of his country roots even after years away.
    As much as she tried to fight it, that deep pitch washed over her, stroking every feminine part she had. Warmth shot through her, seeking out her most sensitive areas. Desire flooded her mind, her body responded. With every sinful thought, her core quaked with need, causing her nipples to pebble against the soft silk of her bra. The sudden assault on her senses pushed a whimper past her lips.
    She clamped her teeth and tightened her grip on the wheel. She had it bad.
    Whoa...slow it down , niña .
    Desperate for control, Bella threw the brakes on her rampant libido, but her