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

breath still rattled fast in her chest. As she stole a glimpse of herself in the side mirror, shafts of moonlight broke through the surrounding trees to highlight her wild, lust-filled eyes.
    For the hundredth time she wished it was Blake putting that look in her eyes and not her wild imagination.
    Despite the December night, her hands sweated. She released the wheel to rub her palms against her denim-clad thighs. The motion helped calm her nerves, pulling her thoughts out of bed with Blake and on to what she had to do.
    Ambushed by her emotions, Isabella flung open the car door. Winter rushed her, and she welcomed the cold embrace.
    Later, when this meeting was over, she could go home and fall into her fantasies where she dreamed of being Blake’s. But right now, she needed to shove those desires back into the closet before anyone got hurt.
    If her brother could see her now he’d tell her in his none-too-hurried drawl that she needed to shut that shit down. He’d already made damn sure she understood Blake was the type of man who couldn’t have just one woman. The echo of his harsh words cut deep, resounding with a final warning of forbiddance. Guess big brothers didn’t know everything, after all. Because the minute he’d said she couldn’t, it was all she dreamed about.
    Then Adrian died. Just like that her life—their life together as a family—changed. Before she could shove the pain back completely, a single fat tear escaped.
    She brushed it off. No tears here, Bella .
    She clamped down on the water works threatening to burst open, desperate to get a grip on her emotions before they suffocated her.
    Anxious to get the meeting over with, Isabella rocked back on her heels and took a second to clear her mind. Though the night sky was clear, their local weatherman reported a big snowstorm to hit sometime late tonight. She had no desire to be holed up with a man she couldn’t have, but if it came down to it, was she prepared? Could she weather such a powerful storm and come out on the other side with her heart intact?
    Besides the pale moonbeams, the only other light came from the small, golden glow of the porch light over the front entrance.
    She forced back the tension in her muscles enough to pull in a deep breath. With no one around for miles to help keep her libido from commandeering her actions, she steeled what little nerves she had left and reined in her fantasies of wild snowstorm sex. She was here to do a job, she reminded herself.
    Snowstorm or not, she bet the hot Marine would make her sizzle.
    Bad, Isabella. Focus .
    If only there was some other way out of this without hurting Blake, but that time had come for her to make a decision. Either stay and lust for a man that didn’t love her or move on and try to rebuild her life.
    One thing was for certain, no matter how much she craved his touch she knew that wasn’t going to happen.
    Since she only had control over her actions, Isabella refused to stick around for more heartache.
    The fact she was going to break his heart and trust in about seven and a half hours worked like a bucket of ice-cold water. As if to emphasize this, a big gust of wind rushed through the surrounding trees.
    “Holy mother of God!” Shivers racked her body. Her teeth knocked, and she was sure her lips would be blue if she didn’t get inside soon.
    Her mind set, she opened the back door and grabbed for her briefcase. She needed her copies of the contracts Blake requested if she was going to help him with this one last task. No matter what, come tomorrow, the whole enchilada would hit the fan and she doubted he’d want to be in the same room with her, let alone go over contracts.
    She waved her hand around in the area she always placed her satchel but came up empty-handed.
    Nada .
    How could she have forgotten the one thing she needed to bring? Easy enough considering the man consuming her every thought.
    With a deep sigh a sinking feeling formed in the pit of her stomach. She