After ten years of sacrificing everything for his country as a Navy SEAL, Bishop is looking for salvation, and something more permanent in his life, something good. Angel, a pretty kindergarten teacher, thinks she's just what he needs. Their chemistry is instant, and explosive, only Bishop has trouble letting go of his commitment to his country. It's up to Angel to prove there's room for her in his life.
âThe police are on the way, maâam. Where is the intruder now?â the operator asked.
Angel listened for a moment. âHeâs still in the kitchen.â
âIs the intruder male?â
âNo, no!â Angel said, and then quickly lowered her voice when she realized sheâd spoken too loud. âI donât know if itâs a woman or a man.â Sheâd been too afraid to look when she had the chance. Movement coming from the kitchen told her the intruder was still there, but for how long? She was crouched at the end of the couch, too afraid to turn around, frightened that at any moment she would be discovered. âPlease hurry!â
âTheyâre on their way. Stay calm andââ
âI think heâs in the room with me!â Angelâs eyes rounded with fear when she sensed
someone moving up behind her.
âMaâam stay onââ
Angel knew the intruder was behind her now. She stood up, whipped around, and slammed her phone into the side of his head with a piercing scream. All she could make out was a tall, dark outline.
âWhat the fuckââ a male voice boomed.
Angel let out another scream and slammed her hands against a massive chest, shoving him away from her as hard as she could. Her only thought was making it back upstairs to the safety of her room until the police arrived, but the second her palms landed on the manâs rock-hard chest she knew she was in trouble. He stumbled back but she had a feeling it was due more to her catching him by surprise than the force of her push.
She scooted around him but suddenly his hands were on her and for a moment they
struggled against each other. Angel was hyped up on adrenaline and a strong sense of survival, and she used her nails and teeth on the naked arms and powerful hands trying to subdue her. It gained her enough freedom to make it to the stairs but halfway up she found her ankle being grabbed, she fell, and then she was pinned beneath a heavy weight.
âNo!â she cried out, struggling wildly against him. But she was no match for his superior
strength and the honed muscles she felt beneath her hands. In no time his hands had wrapped around her wrists, and she was pinned against the stairs.
âWho the hell are you?â he demanded, his face too close to hers.
âWho the hell are you?â Angel demanded right back, twisting beneath him. It was then she felt cool air in places that she shouldnât, reminding her that all she had on was a thin nightshirt and a pair of bikini panties. Judging by the super hard pecks she felt pressed against her breasts; her shirt had come undone, too. An insane thought crossed her mind, why wasnât he wearing a shirt? She wiggled wildly, unintentionally scraping her nipples across his flesh.
âStop before you get hurt!â he warned. In an effort to subdue her, he pressed his body against hers.
âThen get off me!â Angel hissed, arching her body in an effort to dislodge him. His muscled thighs and powerful legs flexed against hers, easily holding hers still.
âNot until you tell me who you are,â he grated in a rough voice.
His warm breath slapped her in the face. âI live here,â Angel said without hesitation, glaring up into his shadowed face. She was aware there was no way he could see her because it was too dark.
âThe hell you do.â
How did he know that? âThe police are on their way so I suggest you let me up and get out of here.â Her energy was beginning to wane. He was too strong and big, and the longer they remained like that, the more she began to feel uncomfortable with their intimate proximity.
âGood. Then we can get to the bottom of this.â
That wasnât the kind of response an intruder would make if he were caught in someone
elseâs house. Maybe he was delusional or something. Angel decided to switch tactics.
âThese stairs are hurting me,â she said weakly. Things grew still between them and she sensed his silent contemplation, as if he were wondering if he should believe her. She whimpered a little for good measure.
âOkay, Iâm going to let you up, but donât try anything stupid,â he warned.
The second he released her and lifted off her body, Angel got to her feet and dashed the rest of the way up the stairs.
âSon of a bitch!â he cursed behind her.
Angel slammed and locked her bedroom door in his face. She didnât know what she hoped to accomplish, except to get away from him until the police arrived. What was taking them so long? She ran to one of the windows and opened it. Maybe she could push out a screen andâ
Without warning her bedroom door was kicked in. She screamed and made a beeline for her connecting bathroom.
âOh, no, you donât.â
A muscular arm wrapped around Angelâs waist and she was lifted off her feet. âLet me go!â She wiggled and kicked, very much aware that her butt was against a very intimate part of his body. Burning heat replaced the fear flowing through her blood because his cock wasnât as flaccid as it should have been.
âLook,â he slammed her down onto the bed and for the second time she found herself
pinned beneath his superior strength. âBefore this goes any further I think we need to talk.â
âYou can talk to the police,â she panted, twisting beneath him.
âI intend to,â he said without hesitation. There was a confidence in his tone that surprised her.
Without warning, he reached up and turned on the reading light at the head of the bed. How did he know that was there? Meeting eyes the color of blue topaz, everything in Angel froze, including her breath. Oh God, I know those eyes! She didnât know the man personally, but sheknew of him from the pictures on the fireplace mantle downstairs. He was Dianaâs older brother, and Navy SEAL Bishop Strong. Suddenly everything made perfect sense.
After six years, heâd finally come home!
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