The Major's Welcome Home by Tessa Bailey

of what he wanted to do with her blazed through her middle like a lightning storm, but the sweetness that followed, his covering her breasts, laid a balm over the scorched earth left behind. She felt pulled in two directions and each one was equally appealing. Sex with him wouldn’t be as black and white as she’d hoped. The tingling in her neck said run, run away and don’t look back , but when she remained silent too long and a hint of vulnerability crept into his expression, she knew it would never happen. Messy or not, she was running headfirst into the oncoming storm.