Lynsie Fox has what she considers to be a perfect life. Married to Lincoln, a military pilot, she's living the Army life she's always loved. Being a sucker for great love stories, Lynsie makes it her mission to find Lincoln's best friend and co-pilot, Dax Adams, a good woman.
Losing the one woman he's ever loved, Dax attempts to be a good sport by playing along in Lynsie's match-making scheme. However, Dax is certain he will never get the woman of his dreams.
But life doesn't always fly smoothly. When turbulence strikes, Lynsie watches her world crash and burn around her, leaving her empty with broken wings. Despite her grief, can she mend the pieces back together and learn to fly again?
Broken Wings Excerpt
We waste no time stripping
each other down once we make it back home.
“You know what I love most?”
Lincoln asks as his tongue dances across my bare stomach.
“Hmm,” is all I can manage
as I lift my back, pressing myself closer to his mouth of goodness.
“The way you taste.” He
licks circles around my navel, teasing my body in a way only he knows best.
“The way you taste, baby, it puts every rainbow to shame.”
“Taste the rainbow,” I moan
as his mouth continues its path down my waist.
“I plan on licking my way to
your pot of the gold.” His hot breath against my inner thigh shoots a jolt of
electricity through my body.
I giggle and moan all at
once. “All yours, baby,” I gasp as I turn to putty beneath him.
“Say it again,” he demands
as he nips and licks, teasing my skin.
“I’m yours. Only yours.
Always yours,” I manage to pant before he swipes his tongue right where I want
him most. My hands are firm against his head pulling at his short locks,
holding him in place as he licks and fingers me until I come undone around his
mouth.
He kisses his way back up my
body and slides between my legs. I feel him at my entrance, but he stays put
until he’s face to face with me. Grabbing me by my chin, he tilts my face up to
look him square in the eyes.
“And I am yours. Only yours.
I will always be yours,” he breathes against my lips before claiming them. His
lips against mine are firm, needy, and full of passion as he pushes himself
inside me.
I moan into his mouth as our
tongues battle for control. He’ll win. He always does, but in cases such as
this, I gladly accept defeat.
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