Tamed (Corcoran Team: Bulletproof Bachelors Book 3) by Helenkay Dimon Page B

panting.
    “Shane.” She thought she said his name once, but it echoed in her head until she couldn’t tell if the chant was real or imagined.
    He kept kissing her, touching her, until her body felt inches from going up in flames. His hands pushed her legs farther apart. He slipped up, between them, until she cradled him. She heard a ripping sound and knew he’d found the condom packet where he dropped it on the bed.
    He pressed against her, slowly sliding inside her, inch by inch. She blew out long breaths as her body adjusted to his. Then he was moving, pressing in and pulling out. The steady rhythm hypnotized her. The bed shook. The friction of their bodies sent her control crashing.
    They touched everywhere. His mouth met hers as his body plunged inside her. When his hand slipped between their bodies, the tightness inside her snapped. Her body bucked and her legs clamped against him.
    Her whole body shook as the orgasm overtook her. She lost all sense of time and felt the energy pulse through her. Heat rolled over them as sweat beaded on his shoulders. The waves of pleasure had just started to die down when his body stiffened and his head dropped down. He buried his face in her shoulder as he whispered her name.
    It could have been minutes or seconds later when his weight pressed harder against her. He lay still as she threw back her head and struggled to regain her breathing. Slow and steady in, but it kept shuddering out of her. And she couldn’t stop touching him. Her hands roamed over his shoulders and one skimmed up his arm.
    He lifted his head and stared down at her. “Wow.”
    “Eloquent.” She tried to bite back the laugh, but it crept out. She laughed until her whole body shook. When it finally died down, the amusement in his eyes matched the lightness running through her.
    “No regrets?”
    She shook her head as well as she could on the pillow. “None.”
    She waited for him to say something and ruin the moment. Ground her back teeth together as the dread hit her.
    “Good.”
    Relief flooded her. “I think so.”
    He lifted off her and shifted his weight to her side, but their bodies never lost contact. He ran his fingertips across her collarbone and over her neck. The gentle touch had her nerve endings firing back to life. He’d exhausted her, wrung every ounce of energy from her, but could still bring her to want more.
    But her eyes had different ideas. They started to close and she didn’t fight it. She snuggled closer into his side and let the warmth of his body lure her in. “You feel so good.”
    “I was just about to say that to you.” He pressed a kiss on her forehead. “Go to sleep.”
    She didn’t have the strength to answer him. She thought she groaned, but she didn’t know. Her muscles weighed her down and her bones refused to move. No body part responded to a signal from her brain. She took that as a sign it was time to sleep. After all the death and panic, her body gave in and she drifted.
    She could feel him drag the covers over them. Smell his skin. She was just about to fall under when she heard him whisper.
    “I can’t fail at this.”
    Her eyes popped open, but she didn’t move. Didn’t want him to know she heard the fear. But she had, and now she had to figure out how to fix it.

Chapter Nine
    Frank Jay had his orders. He’d gone from living one lie to another. Getting caught pretending to be a SEAL was just the start to his trouble. It led to the news story, then his friends turned on him and the two job offers on the table were rescinded. The interest from the senator who wanted a real-life hero on staff disappeared as fast as it had come.
    No one wanted to be seen with him or associated with his name. Anyone who tried got an anonymous email directing them to
Wall of Dishonor
. The mistake refused to die.
    His life had flipped upside down, and he took responsibility for that. That damn website also played a role, but he had created the problem. But what came after