Coming In Hot
by Jennifer Bernard
Series: Jupiter Point, #6
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: November 28, 2017
Tobias has always been the strongest of Jupiter Point’s sexy Knight brothers, stubborn, intense…protective to the core. Which is why he rides to the rescue when he thinks an older woman has ensnared his starry-eyed baby brother. But one look at Carolyn Moore, and Tobias understands why a man might fall instantly under her spell. The art history teacher is every inch the “golden goddess” Aiden keeps raving about. Which makes Tobias’s own attraction to Caro incredibly inconvenient.
Carolyn knows she looks the part of the calm, yoga-loving teacher. Beneath the Zen exterior, however, beats the heart of a warrior, trained during a past she’s worked hard to forget. The uber-alpha Tobias may have had it wrong about his little brother, but it’s all Carolyn can do to resist the sexy temptation of the hyper-protective pilot and ex-soldier. She can’t risk a real relationship…especially now that the icy danger of her past is coming back to haunt her.
Carolyn’s had plenty of time to learn how to handle her problems solo, but she’s never wrangled with a Knight brother determined to protect her like his own. This time, when trouble finds her, Tobias has her back—and he’s COMING IN HOT.
"Exactly." She rolled onto her side and tucked her hands under her face. "Tobias Knight."
He mimicked her seriousness. "Carolyn Moore."
"I've never had a one-night stand before."
He stilled. One-night stand? Is that what she thought this was? He'd had his share of one-nighters; it came with the territory of being at the military's beck and call. "Okay," he said warily. "That's good. They're not very satisfying."
Her eyelids flickered. "That sounds like the voice of experience."
"I've had a few. I wouldn't recommend it."
She brushed a strand of hair out of her eyes and scanned his face. "But do you know they're going to be one-night stands beforehand? Or do you decide afterwards? I've always wondered that."
He shot her a narrow-eyed look. He didn't like the direction of this conversation, not one bit. The thought of her walking away already—after one night, no, half a night—bothered him. "What are you getting at here? Do you see this as a one-night stand? Because I have something to say about that."
Her eyebrows lifted. "Like what?"
"Like, I haven't had nearly enough of you. Not even close. Besides, this could never have been a one-night stand because the foreplay has lasted for weeks now."
"Excuse me? That was called 'getting to know each other,' not foreplay."
He shrugged. "Whatever. Back to the main point. This one-night stand concept. I'm opposed. I don't even know why you're bringing it up."
She smiled at him, and he noticed for the first time that she had the faintest trace of a dimple near her bottom lip. "Because this is different for me. I don't usually act like this. I'm a mild-mannered adjunct professor."
"Who can rock a pair of high heels like nobody's business." He ran his hand across the ridge of her hipbone. "Look, I don't know what you mean by 'act like this.' We had sex. Great sex. At least it was great for me. Is there a problem? Some reason why you never want it to happen again?"
"No. No reason." Her smile turned almost shy. "You think it was great sex?"
"Are you insane? Weren't you paying attention?" He swung himself on top of her and mimicked a shot in the heart. "It was bombs-away, fire-when-ready, nuclear-blast hot. You're a bombshell. If you don't know that, we have some serious work to do here."
She laughed delightedly at his little performance, and it occurred to him that growing up in that crazy compound must have done a number on her ideas about sexuality.
"Listen. I love sex, Caro. I'll never apologize for that. And you shouldn't either."
She struck an unbearably sexy pose, arms linked overhead, the tip of her tongue appearing between her lips. "So I can do stuff like this and you won't mind?"
"I'll just have to live with it."
He mimicked her seriousness. "Carolyn Moore."
"I've never had a one-night stand before."
He stilled. One-night stand? Is that what she thought this was? He'd had his share of one-nighters; it came with the territory of being at the military's beck and call. "Okay," he said warily. "That's good. They're not very satisfying."
Her eyelids flickered. "That sounds like the voice of experience."
"I've had a few. I wouldn't recommend it."
She brushed a strand of hair out of her eyes and scanned his face. "But do you know they're going to be one-night stands beforehand? Or do you decide afterwards? I've always wondered that."
He shot her a narrow-eyed look. He didn't like the direction of this conversation, not one bit. The thought of her walking away already—after one night, no, half a night—bothered him. "What are you getting at here? Do you see this as a one-night stand? Because I have something to say about that."
Her eyebrows lifted. "Like what?"
"Like, I haven't had nearly enough of you. Not even close. Besides, this could never have been a one-night stand because the foreplay has lasted for weeks now."
"Excuse me? That was called 'getting to know each other,' not foreplay."
He shrugged. "Whatever. Back to the main point. This one-night stand concept. I'm opposed. I don't even know why you're bringing it up."
She smiled at him, and he noticed for the first time that she had the faintest trace of a dimple near her bottom lip. "Because this is different for me. I don't usually act like this. I'm a mild-mannered adjunct professor."
"Who can rock a pair of high heels like nobody's business." He ran his hand across the ridge of her hipbone. "Look, I don't know what you mean by 'act like this.' We had sex. Great sex. At least it was great for me. Is there a problem? Some reason why you never want it to happen again?"
"No. No reason." Her smile turned almost shy. "You think it was great sex?"
"Are you insane? Weren't you paying attention?" He swung himself on top of her and mimicked a shot in the heart. "It was bombs-away, fire-when-ready, nuclear-blast hot. You're a bombshell. If you don't know that, we have some serious work to do here."
She laughed delightedly at his little performance, and it occurred to him that growing up in that crazy compound must have done a number on her ideas about sexuality.
"Listen. I love sex, Caro. I'll never apologize for that. And you shouldn't either."
She struck an unbearably sexy pose, arms linked overhead, the tip of her tongue appearing between her lips. "So I can do stuff like this and you won't mind?"
"I'll just have to live with it."
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