The Hero She Deserves (Unbroken Heroes #4)

“Sawyer, oh God?—”

He worked a finger inside her. She was a little tender from their night together. She’d discovered the former Navy SEAL had stamina. A lot of it.

His finger filled her, his tongue lapping at her clit. And she couldn’t think anymore. She was racing headfirst toward a magnificent orgasm.

“Sawyer.” His name was filled with pleading.

She came hard, her cries filling the room and her body shaking. She collapsed back on the bed.

When her blurred vision cleared, she looked down at a smiling and very smug looking Sawyer.

“Good morning.” His voice was a deep rumble.

“It sure is,” she replied.

He ran a hand up her thigh and squeezed. “Unfortunately, I need to get home to change and then head to work.”

“Okay.” Part of her didn’t want him to leave. It looked like her good morning was over. “We didn’t get much sleep last night.” And she’d be busy reliving the memories of what they’d done instead of sleeping all day long.

He shrugged one broad shoulder. “I don’t sleep much. I’m used to running on catnaps.”

She frowned, but he was already pulling away to grab his clothes.

As he got dressed, she pulled herself out of bed. Her legs were deliciously wobbly. She pulled on her favorite, silky, white robe covered in large hibiscus flowers. She tied her hair up in a messy knot and turned. “I’d offer to make you some coffee, but my coffee machine self-imploded.”

He smiled, and her belly tightened. A smile shouldn’t affect her so much.

“I’ll grab one from Island Brew later. The stuff we call coffee in the office is bad.” His gaze ran over her face. “God, you’re beautiful.”

Warmth filled her. She’d heard that phrase so many times before, usually when she was dolled up for an event, after hours of hair and makeup.

Not when she was makeup-free, with tangled hair, and stubble burn on her neck and jaw.

“Thank you,” she murmured.

He pulled her in close, his arms wrapping around her. “You have plans today?”

“A little shopping in Paia.”

“There are some great stores. One-of-a-kind boutiques selling clothes and art.”

“Maybe I’ll find a new coffee machine. I owe Archer one. And once I get home, I’ve got some scripts to read, then I’m going to go down to the beach for a swim.”

His finger traced over her cheekbone. “I’ll drop by later.”

“I’d like that.”

He tugged her up onto her toes and his lips touched hers. She opened her mouth, and he deepened the kiss. Seconds turned to minutes. His hand clenched on her ass, and she pressed into him.

With a groan, he stepped back, reluctance stamped all over his face. “You are pure temptation.”

He held her hand as they walked to the door. She stood in the doorway, and watched him head for the path she guessed led to his place. He gave her a wave and disappeared into the trees.

She shouldn’t feel like the sun had disappeared behind a cloud. Hollis straightened her shoulders and headed back to the kitchen. She set about making a yogurt parfait for breakfast.

Her cellphone rang and when she saw Tave’s name, she tapped the speaker. “Morning.”

“Morning.” Her agent paused. “You sound chipper.”