Resisting Her Commander Hero. Lucy Ryder

was warm and solid against her, radiating heat and the kind of strength she needed to keep her knees from wobbling and dumping her at his feet. Was, in fact, keeping her upright with his big hard body.

      Someone moaned—she was pretty sure it was her—the sound so breathy and needy she might have cringed if she’d had the capacity to do anything more than respond, feel and...oh, God...make another muffled sound in the back of her throat. Every thought, every protest was stripped away—along with her resistance.