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For your pleasure, a special extra scene to On Her Watch, Commander Linc Cutler POV.
After weeks of training up my new Corps unit and finding them a useless bunch of wet-behind-the-ears whiners, Lieutenant Liz Grant was a breath of fresh air. Albeit possibly a traitor or at least an absconder. But fuck it. Good, solid recruits during a time of war were hard to come by.
Her cool professionalism and precise skill couldn’t be faulted. It made her get inside my head and under my skin even more. In addition to her to her strong military bearing she was stunningly attractive. Liz was nothing like the vapid Company-sponsored airheads I’d been with been with throughout the years. She was tall and slim. Her breasts, high and round, would be just enough to fill my hands. Her curves were those made from years of hard work, the kind I respected. There were no blond ringlets or a made up face . . . nothing to hide her natural sensuality from deep dark eyes to high cheekbones and a perfectly pink mouth. I wanted to shove my fingers into her short black hair and slide my lips across hers.
A hint of smoldering sexuality just beneath the surface waited to be tapped into. She had a smart mouth on her too. Sometimes I enjoyed baiting her just to watch her temper rise, waiting for her to snap at me.
I’d find out her real reasons for returning to the Corps one way or the other. Sooner rather than later. I was as well versed in the art of seduction as I was in military strategy. Getting her into my bed would be a damned fool move. One I was certain my father—CEO Cutler—would detest.
His disapproval would be worth it.
That brisk March morning, I worked my troops into a sweaty froth during hours of assault drills in the frigid air. Standing to the side, I shouted orders. They followed them without question. I gave each soldier personal attention, Liz no more than the others, but while I worked to improve the others’ aim, with her I simply tried my best to rattle her cage. Her aim was already impeccable.
To my mounting frustration, she hardly even flinched when I loomed over her, demanding more and better and faster whereas the others practically pissed their pants the second I turned my hard gaze on them.
I was so hot and bothered by being in her presence all morning, I didn’t feel the cold at all. When drills ended for a quick lunch, I followed my ass-dragging crew inside and threw my jacket onto a bench in the marble corridor of Beta Corps Command. Liz strolled off with the rest of the unit.
“Hold up, Grant.” My low voice cut through the recruits’ chatter. I wanted her to lose her cool. I wanted to crack her shell. I wanted to get some kind of reaction out of her because for damn sure she was driving me out of my mind.
She came to a halt and pivoted to face me. The winter chill had flushed her cheeks apple pink and I detected a flare in her eyes she didn’t tamp down quickly enough.
The hallway deserted, leaving us alone. Approaching the woman, I stopped when only a scant space separated us. Her head was at the level of my chin. She knocked her head back, a glare searing me.
“Are you using my attraction for you against me, Lieutenant Grant?” I leaned a little closer. She arched away from me without losing ground.
“You’re joking. Attraction? Is that what you call sneering and shouting constant orders at me?” Her fingers fell to her holsters. It was a sure sign she was agitated, one of the few I had learned to recognize.
Her sudden vehemence was exactly what I was looking for. She usually appeared so unruffled. I liked riling her up, pushing her buttons, making her cheeks brighten and her eyes sparkle. I wondered what her soft-looking parted lips tasted like, what her sexy body felt like naked.
“Yes. Since being pissed off at you is the only way I can be sure to keep my hands off you.”
“What?” Her mouth popped open.
It seemed I’d finally managed to catch her by surprise, and I used it to my advantage, closing the final space between us. She stepped back. I ranged closer. She kept retreating and I kept advancing until she ran out of space just like she was going to run out of excuses to avoid me.
Caging her against the wall, I shifted forward until my chest brushed her breasts. I listened as her breath caught in her throat. Her hands flew up between us, but I circled her wrists, holding them out to her sides.
I inhaled the scent of her so close. Womanly, but also the distinct metallic discharge of weaponry. The combination was addictive. Almost as inebriating as the touch of her nipples pressing against me in tight little peaks beneath the woven cloth of her shirt.
I felt her muscles tense and blocked the thrust of her knee before it made contact with my balls.
Laying my lips against her ear, I said, “You’ll have to try harder than that.”
She didn’t struggle, nor did she scream. Her hips moved almost imperceptibly, pushing to meet mine. My stiff cock thumped when our pelvises made contact and I couldn’t contain my groan.
For a few seconds neither of us moved. I soaked in the contact of our bodies that nailed a screaming need in my groin to come right then. Liz slapped her ass back against the wall so fast, cooler air swirled between us.
I opened my eyes to find hers hooded.
“Permission to speak freely, sir.” The way she tacked on sir was clearly meant as an insult but I didn’t care. I finally had her where I wanted her.
I tangled one hand in her shiny black hair. It was as silken as it looked. “When has my not giving you permission ever stopped you before, Liz?”
“You’re an arrogant son-of-a-bitch,” she hissed.
I laughed. I laughed so loud it echoed around the vacant hall and filled me like a vessel that had been empty of joy for years, which wasn’t far from the truth.
“I don’t know if I can trust you for even a second but by God, I want you.” Releasing her hair, I skimmed my hand down her neck.
Her pulse kicked against my palm. She moistened her lips. Her breath stuttered as did her words. “I . . . I don’t think that’s a wise idea.”
“I never was a smart boy.”
“Linc, call me Linc.”
My lips hovered above hers and my gaze never wavered from the pout of her mouth. Her tongue peeked out to wet her lips.
“Just say my name once,” I rasped.
I felt her shuddering breath before she whispered, “Linc.”
I fell forward onto my forearms braced against the wall. I found the nook of her neck and nuzzled her there, not kissing, not licking but wanting to so much. When I freed her hands, she slid them around my waist and up my back, finding purchase on my shoulders.
“Ah. Fuck, Liz.” Just that faint touch, her first capitulation, was enough to make me grit my teeth against the need to pump my cock against her.
But I wouldn’t come in my pants. I wouldn’t rip off her clothes and thrust into her in the middle of the hallway.
I loosened her hands, kissing each palm before placing them at her sides. I brushed the hair from her eyes and thought about her lush lips one more time.
“We can’t do this here.”
She wriggled free. “Who says we’re doing it at all?”
Turning to take her place against the wall, I let my head thunk back. I smiled. “Maybe not now, but we will.”
“When hell freezes over.”
“Oh, I think it’ll be sooner than that.”
“Then you’ll have to try a hell of a lot harder.” With that, she marched off. As usual, Liz didn’t look back. She didn’t let her shoulders droop or her posture weaken. But there was a new sway to her backside I reckoned she wasn’t aware off.
Scooping up my jacket, I went back outside. The blasting wind didn’t cool me off at all. She’d left me even more intrigued. Turned on. Goddamn frustrated. One more night alone with my hand . . . my cock ached . . .
I wanted Liz totally bare and writhing in my bed, begging for me to fuck her.
I was going to make sure that happened.
Excerpt from ON HER WATCH ©2014 by Rie Warren. All rights reserved.
Length: 384 pages
Publisher: Forever Yours (June 3, 2014)
The year is 2071 and all hell has broken loose. As the government tries to control the territories that were once the United States, an armed rebellion erupts . . .
AWOL from her military post, Lieutenant Liz Grant will do anything for the rebels she now calls friends. Her latest mission: return to the Beta Corps army and obtain classified information that could turn the battle in the revolutionaries' favor. There's only one problem: Commander Linc Cutler.
Strong, coldly handsome, and always in control, Linc is perplexed by the beautiful soldier brought in for questioning. He doesn't know if he believes her explanation for why she went missing. He only knows his intense sexual desire for her cannot be denied.
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