Healing a Cougar's Heart
Knight's don't come dressed in shining armor these days, they come dressed in jeans and a white shirt.
Isabelle O’Connor never considered herself the type of woman who needed a knight in shining armor to come and rescue her, until one does. Well he’s more a knight in blue jeans and white shirt. After all, it is modern times. Unfortunately, her perfect hero has a flaw... he’s a cop. Isabelle decided years ago never to become involved with a police officer again, and she isn’t going to change her mind now.
Mark Dean loves being a cop. He also loves the hot redhead he rescued from a creep’s unwanted attention at a local nightclub. Mark knows that before he can gain Isabelle’s affection he has to convince her of something. Being a cop has nothing to do with her reluctance to date him. Isabelle’s heart never healed after the death of her husband and Mark makes it his mission to help heal this feisty Cougar’s heart.
Mark pulled the frightened woman closer to his side. She was shaking like a leaf, and the only words she’d managed to utter since he placed his arms around her were, “Oh God,” which coincided with each time she heard her attacker’s cursing.
“I won’t let him hurt you, beautiful, and neither will that big dude just over there.” Mark pointed to the huge bouncer then glanced down at her. She had the greenest eyes he’d ever seen. “What’s your name, sweetheart?”
Still trembling from the attack, she stumbled on her own name. “Um…it’s Isabelle…Isabelle O’Connor.”
Mark responded with his name and gave her a warm smile to reassure her she was safe. What he really wanted to do was turn around and punch the creep’s lights out.
When the jerk realized he was being evicted from the club, all hell broke loose. He did not intend to go quietly. Mark pushed Isabelle behind him as he called for police backup. As other bouncers moved in, the creep pulled a knife. Mick suddenly went down like a lead balloon, his blood spilling out onto the floor. The club’s manager secured the weapon, but not before his abdomen and arm were sliced. In the midst of the chaos, Isabelle’s body descended to the floor. Assuming she was fainting, Mark rushed to scoop her up and move her away from the scene, only to realize she’d dropped to her knees and was crawling toward Mick. Mark positioned himself between the ongoing fight and Isabelle as she attended to the bouncer’s injuries.
Once the others had the attacker under control, Mark knelt down to see what she needed him to do. “You seem to know what you’re doing.” He helped her roll Mick onto his side, handed over his T-shirt when she requested it, and supported the bouncer’s head with his leg. Bar staff rushed over carrying bundles of towels, unfortunately too late to save his now blood-covered shirt.
“I’m an ER nurse.” That explained her sudden change in demeanor. She’d kicked into work mode. Her expression was calm, her actions confident; she knew exactly what to do, and she did it with efficiency. She was amazing.
Up close, Isabelle was even prettier than he’d first thought. He couldn’t take his eyes off her. Her hair was blood red, and her skin had a smattering of tiny freckles across her chest and arms. He wanted to trace each one and see how far down her body the lucky little speckles went. Her breasts weren’t large, but they’d fit in his mouth perfectly, with only a little overflow to press against the outer edge of his mouth and spill toward his cheeks. Her lips were the prettiest pink− full, luscious− the gloss she wore making them all the more tempting. He had to fight the urge to bend down, kiss her, and nip at her full bottom lip.
She was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen.
He cursed silently. He was rock hard under his jeans—not that it bothered him too much. It might bother Mick though. The bouncer’s head rested on his lap. If Mick turned sideways, he could very well end up with a black eye.
Seducing a Cougar
When a sexy, young, dominant man decides to seduce you, why resist when you can submit?
Susan Dean didn’t have any idea that taking a job at her brother’s law firm would change her life. Then she met junior partner Blake Daniel’s. They are complete opposites. Blake is young, confident, dominant and determined to claim anything he wants in life. Not that he’d want a woman who turns into a clumsy, nervous wreck that can barely string a sentence together when he’s in the same room as her, or would he?
Blake is a patient man, and it’s a good thing he is because waiting for Susan Dean is driving him to distraction. The attraction between them is obvious. He turns her into a horny mess everytime they’re in the same room, not that Susan appears ready to admit that fact. Once Blake decides it’s time to make a move on his voluptuous co-worker, Susan will have no option but to submit to his seductive demands.
It didn’t take a genius to ascertain Susan’s attraction to him. Her flushed skin and shallow breaths in response to his touch indicated such. What he didn’t understand was the obvious nervousness toward him. He hoped it would ease over time and put it down to the fact she wasn’t ready to enter into any sort of relationship just yet. After all, the separation from her husband was a fairly recent thing. She’d need time to recover, to sort her feelings out. Blake was prepared to give her that, but he also wanted to leave her in no doubt that when she was ready to move forward he was interested in being the man she moved forward with.
“It’s just over here on the right.” Susan indicated the driveway of her brother, John Dean’s home.
Blake would save the discussion that he was a partner at her brother’s law firm for another time. Tonight was about making an impression she wouldn’t easily forget. As Susan rummaged through her purse, presumably looking for her house keys, he exited the car and walked around to open the passenger door. As he escorted her to the entry of her flat, located at the side of the Dean’s home, he resisted the urge to lower his hand from the small of her back onto her lushly rounded ass. She was definitely a woman who had a bottom designed for spanking and one fleshy enough to mark nicely with a few strikes of his cane.
“Thank you for driving me home.” Susan spoke nervously as she fumbled to get the key into the lock. “I’m fine to take it from here.”
Blake stood close behind her, intentionally crowding her toward the door. He reached his hand over her shoulder and placed it over hers, assisting her trembling hand to successfully slide the key into the lock. He then tightened his grip on her fingers, preventing her from turning the key. She braced her free hand on the frame of the door as he wrapped his arm around her waist and held her firmly against his body.
“Are you sure you wouldn’t like me to tuck you into bed and kiss you goodnight, Susan?” He whispered the words into her ear and felt a shudder run through her body as he exhaled a slow stream of warm breath to caress her neck.
Susan shook her head. “I can’t.”
“I know, I heard you tell Justin at the club. You’re not ready.” Blake ran his hand upward over her midriff before cupping her breast. He felt the tightened bud of her nipple through the fabric, and pressed it into his palm as he gently squeezed her flesh.
Her breathy moan encouraged him, as did her head falling back to rest on his shoulder, and her bottom pressing onto the erection beneath his trousers as she arched against him. He removed his hand from over hers and swiftly positioned it to cup her mound, pressing her skirt between her legs and pulling her harder against the stiffness between his legs. He pinched the peaked nipple beneath her clothing as she began to squirm against the hand between her legs.
“Blake, why are you…” the low moan that rose from within her caused his cock to flinch with demand. He’d made his point.
He moved both hands to rest firmly on her hips.
“I want you to remember who I am, Susan.” He ensured the tone of his voice was firm because he wanted her to know that he expected her to comply with his demand. “When you’re ready, I expect you to come for me, do you understand?”
“Yes.” Her breathless reply caused him to smile. So did the fact that she stood with her hands still braced against the door.
“That’s my good girl.” The sharp slap he placed on her ass as he prepared to walk away, caused her to squeal and spin around. The arousal in her eyes spoke an undeniable truth. “Yes, you like that don’t you?”
Susan didn’t need to say a word. He could see the answer written all over her horny body and her beautifully blushed face.