Convincing Lina: A Bachelor of Shell Cove Novel (The Bachelors of Shell Cove Romance Book 2) Read Online Free
Author: Siera London
Tags: romantic suspense, African American, military hero, beach town
actually do something to help? He missed it.
“Call the nurse manager.” Olivia Tran was the new manager at SCMC. No one asked how a woman of Vietnamese descent spoke in a distinct British accent and had a caramel colored complexion. Her penchant for dressing her wafer thin body in men’s clothing to include a necktie and Rockport oxfords, pretty much assured it would be awhile before most women on staff would work up the courage to ask.
A throaty, soulful voice vibrated in his ear. His body tightened in response. He could identify Lina James’ voice through the hum of morning activity. When his gaze landed on the statuesque beauty, he lost sight of everything except her. He stood still, as his brain short-circuited and the pox of the day gave way to the memory of their one kiss. He remembered the taste of her sexy bow shaped lips. The flavors of Georgia peaches, warm brown sugar and an exotic blend of sweetness unique to Lina. Recalling the warmth of her generous breast pressed against his chest, his gut twisted. He craved, dreamt of quenching his thirst with her intoxicating juice.
Blood roared through his veins, fueling his hunger for her. And the feel of those full hips snuggled into his groin had his fingers curling into fists at his side. At his six feet five inches it was a precious gift that Lina fit his height to perfection.
“I will not work in Dr. Harper’s clinic. Find someone else for the position,” he heard her say. His instincts signaled this was the prime opportunity to meet the needs of the clinic, take care of his patients, and get closer to the woman with the sweetest lips he’d ever tasted. Moving around the nurse’s station he narrowed the distance between Lina and Olivia Tran, the nurse manager.
Lina wore a purple silk blouse draped across her generous breasts before tapering to her smaller waist. Black dress slacks rounded to her bottom tastefully, then slimmed over those hips that a man could hold onto for days. Black leather kitten heels with a peep-toe completed her professional, but all-woman ensemble. Her hair was in its customary chignon perched high on the crown of her head. Sexy full-figured pin-up girl. His groin hardened with each passing second.
Both women were focused on their conversation. When he spoke they both startled before turning to face him.
“Lina can work with me.” He received surprised expressions from both women, but then confusion registered in Lina’s dark brown eyes.
“Gideon?” He watched as she licked her full bottom lip. Her tongue charting a slow course of wetness caused the pressure against his straining zipper to increase. His world seemed to quiet looking down into her almond shaped eyes.
“I need you.” The desire to help her overwhelmed him. He breathed in her sweet scent, smiling when he heard her voice hitch. Yeah, she felt the connection between them. He’d found a cure for Monday mornings.
Chapter 3
She should have clubbed Jace over the head before he had the opportunity to cause her more trouble. Gideon Rice was man-fast kryptonite. She wasn’t fooled by his polished psychiatrist persona. He was raw masculine power in dress pants and a lab coat. A body coated in warm sunshine, with waves of sun-kissed brown hair that never touched his collar. Edible panties naughty. She wanted to slide him over her curves in torturous slow motion, nestle him in tight enough to feel her heat, and then wear him all day until he was drenched in her scent. Her Cricket, aka her clitoris did a back flip before taking a position at the top of the high dive. Preparing to take the plunge into Gideon infested waters. Stop it. She broke in a silent rendition of her man-fast chant. Man-fast, man-fast, got to last. His body seemed even bigger standing between her and Olivia. The other woman was unaffected by his presence, while Lina’s pulse pounded in her ears. Daily contact with Gideon was a temptation she hadn’t factored into her
“Call the nurse manager.” Olivia Tran was the new manager at SCMC. No one asked how a woman of Vietnamese descent spoke in a distinct British accent and had a caramel colored complexion. Her penchant for dressing her wafer thin body in men’s clothing to include a necktie and Rockport oxfords, pretty much assured it would be awhile before most women on staff would work up the courage to ask.
A throaty, soulful voice vibrated in his ear. His body tightened in response. He could identify Lina James’ voice through the hum of morning activity. When his gaze landed on the statuesque beauty, he lost sight of everything except her. He stood still, as his brain short-circuited and the pox of the day gave way to the memory of their one kiss. He remembered the taste of her sexy bow shaped lips. The flavors of Georgia peaches, warm brown sugar and an exotic blend of sweetness unique to Lina. Recalling the warmth of her generous breast pressed against his chest, his gut twisted. He craved, dreamt of quenching his thirst with her intoxicating juice.
Blood roared through his veins, fueling his hunger for her. And the feel of those full hips snuggled into his groin had his fingers curling into fists at his side. At his six feet five inches it was a precious gift that Lina fit his height to perfection.
“I will not work in Dr. Harper’s clinic. Find someone else for the position,” he heard her say. His instincts signaled this was the prime opportunity to meet the needs of the clinic, take care of his patients, and get closer to the woman with the sweetest lips he’d ever tasted. Moving around the nurse’s station he narrowed the distance between Lina and Olivia Tran, the nurse manager.
Lina wore a purple silk blouse draped across her generous breasts before tapering to her smaller waist. Black dress slacks rounded to her bottom tastefully, then slimmed over those hips that a man could hold onto for days. Black leather kitten heels with a peep-toe completed her professional, but all-woman ensemble. Her hair was in its customary chignon perched high on the crown of her head. Sexy full-figured pin-up girl. His groin hardened with each passing second.
Both women were focused on their conversation. When he spoke they both startled before turning to face him.
“Lina can work with me.” He received surprised expressions from both women, but then confusion registered in Lina’s dark brown eyes.
“Gideon?” He watched as she licked her full bottom lip. Her tongue charting a slow course of wetness caused the pressure against his straining zipper to increase. His world seemed to quiet looking down into her almond shaped eyes.
“I need you.” The desire to help her overwhelmed him. He breathed in her sweet scent, smiling when he heard her voice hitch. Yeah, she felt the connection between them. He’d found a cure for Monday mornings.
Chapter 3
She should have clubbed Jace over the head before he had the opportunity to cause her more trouble. Gideon Rice was man-fast kryptonite. She wasn’t fooled by his polished psychiatrist persona. He was raw masculine power in dress pants and a lab coat. A body coated in warm sunshine, with waves of sun-kissed brown hair that never touched his collar. Edible panties naughty. She wanted to slide him over her curves in torturous slow motion, nestle him in tight enough to feel her heat, and then wear him all day until he was drenched in her scent. Her Cricket, aka her clitoris did a back flip before taking a position at the top of the high dive. Preparing to take the plunge into Gideon infested waters. Stop it. She broke in a silent rendition of her man-fast chant. Man-fast, man-fast, got to last. His body seemed even bigger standing between her and Olivia. The other woman was unaffected by his presence, while Lina’s pulse pounded in her ears. Daily contact with Gideon was a temptation she hadn’t factored into her
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