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

flicked on the backseat light, desperate for a better look.
    Nothing.
    “ Ah por dios! Que más! ” Fear brought out her native language with a vengeance. The briefcase in question held more than just the contracts. She’d also placed her newly-minted resignation alongside a letter from Black Oak’s rival, accepting her new job.
    Then it hit her. She’d left it at the office. This night had just gone from bad to worse with a second helping of fuck me sideways.
    She swallowed once. Twice.
    But couldn’t get past the fear lodged deep in her throat. She clenched and unclenched her fingers.
    Breathe, Isabella .
    Just because she’d left the briefcase didn’t mean he’d gone digging in it the minute she’d walked out the door. Never assume, right ?
    Nothing left to do now but march in there and hope like…
    She stepped toward the house then quickly turned back to her car, her bravado taking a huge nose dive. Nice , chica . Real nice .
    “Thought maybe you were going to leave before coming in.”
    Isabella whirled and came nose-to-chest with a wall of well-defined USA grade-A Marine muscle wrapped in a tight navy blue T-shirt . She could bounce a quarter off those pecs they were so hard. A strong scent of soap mixed with a hint of whiskey filled her nostrils.
    Blake. All one-hundred percent melt-your-panties male.
    “Plan on coming with me tonight or did you want to sit out in the cold?”
    Her gaze shot up and locked on his. She was about to tell him hell yeah, she wanted to come with him tonight, but she clamped her mouth shut at the last second. It seemed Blake read her mind because a wicked glint flashed across his eyes. Arrogance sent him back on his heels, arms crossed, the bait hanging between them like the trap it was.
    “Inside, I mean.” His eyes alight with mischief.
    So he thought she wouldn’t bite? Well, he’d better get ready to dance.
    Isabella lightly rested her hand on his forearm and followed his lead into the two-step he’d started.
    “I’d come with you, amor ,” she pulled her hand back from his arm, cupping the fullness of her breasts before continuing, “But you couldn’t handle what all this needs from a man.”
    Before she could step out of his reach, Blake had her pinned against her car. Cold from the metal at her back seeped through her thin sweater in contrast to the wall of fire at her front. From chest to hip he pinned her body, his mouth poised a whisper away from her all-too-ready lips.
    “You’re playing with a fire you can’t control, Bella. Careful how you handle it. I’d hate for you to get burned, baby.” Cold weather forgotten, his breathy words sent another kind of shiver through all five-feet-four inches of her body.
    Que fuego! He could scorch, burn, set her ablaze, and she’d take it all if it meant he was finally ready to reach out and take her for his own.
    In a low voice, she taunted back. “Big words for a man afraid to touch.”
    She stepped out of his reach but caught the flash of anger her words caused. Or was that pain she saw in his eyes? In the low light she couldn’t tell, but she knew well enough what his silence meant.
    She turned to apologize. Before she uttered a syllable though, he brought down a wall, effectively closing her out. Arms crossed and jaw set, Blake stood there, his stance no longer filled with challenge.
    Isabella hated when he did that to her. Shut her out completely when she hit a little too close to home. Must be nice to have the ability to shut down the way he did.
    When her brother died, she’d wished long and hard for the ability to block out all the pain. Maybe things would be different for her now somehow.
    Yeah right . Ignoring her heart only got her so far, that much she knew.
    As for Blake, no doubt in her mind his ability to switch his emotions on and off had saved him countless times while out on a tour of duty with his Recon unit. Here in her world, it just infuriated her. Right now she didn’t care if her words