Page 38 of Protected By the Billionaire Ex-SEAL

Somehow, my back is already pressed against the wall as he grinds his erection against me, intensifying my pleasure. I shudder at the sensation, feeling his hardness pressed right against my panties.

“When you said catch up, I thought…”

“I know. I thought about it. Or tried to.”

“And?”

His answer is another kiss, one that’s so deeply hungry and almost volatile. My body becomes a tight string while my hands shakingly undress him, too, needing to touch as much of his bare skin as possible. But I have to ask one more time.

I have to be sure.

“We’re doing this?”

He pulls away from the kiss to breathe against my neck, and I rest my head against the wall as I feel the unbearable heat between us. When he speaks, his voice has the roughest, sexiest drawl there is.

“Do I look like I have a choice? Wanting you is consuming me, Raven. I can’t not want you, but…”

The agony in his voice decides it for me, mostly because I feel it, too.

“I get it. No attachments. No commitments. This is just us wanting each other.”

He growls at my words, then looks at me.

“Yes. I want you. I want you so badly.”

I want him, too, and I’ve had enough of talking as I seek his mouth next, then take his cock in my hand again to continue where I left off. His next groan is rawer and louder, and the delight that we can be as loud as we want here takes over until I’m consumed by it.

I stroke him off until he’s harder than ever, then protest when he abruptly steps back. But when he kneels before me, I realize his intention and feel my anticipation building like a storm, darker than ever.

“Spread your legs, Raven. Open up for me.”

It’s a whispered command, one that I have to follow. I brace against the wall when he rests one leg over his shoulder, then clutch his hair when he takes his first lick and the fire spreads just like that. I’m burning at every lick after, then burning some more when he eases a finger in to tease me further.

Again, I still don’t talk, but I’m beginning to discover that Christian isn’t the silent type when it comes to intimacy.

“So nice and wet. So fucking tight, too. That’s it, sweetheart.”

I’m so tight that it only takes one lick for me to explode. Then my knees give in, so he stands and pushes his body against mine to steady me and kisses me with surprising gentleness this time. It’s a complete contrast to the jutting hardness I feel against my stomach now that his jeans are gone.

I rock myself against him, then look down when I hear the tear of a wrapper. I watch him roll a condom in place and quiver when the ache in my core intensifies.

“Bed?”

But Christian shakes his head, and I realize he’s trembling, too.

“We’re not reaching the bed, baby.”

I almost protest until he grabs my ass and lifts me off the floor again, then urges me to wrap my hips around him. The protest turns into a plea.

“Yes. Please…Christian!”

No sooner than I ask, his cock slides inside me in one smooth thrust, buried to the hilt so quickly. My eyes almost roll back at the spark of electricity before he’s moving, as if he can’t wait anymore. Neither can I.

Christian fucks me against the wall, his cock thrusting in and out with a charged intensity that feels like he’s been so locked tight and he’s releasing everything now. I take it all, my body moving with his until we’re one continuous rhythm, so in tune with each other that nothing else matters but this. Then he’s pressing my hips against the wall, immobile, while he keeps driving into me, and the desire builds up so fast that I know I’m close.

“You take me so good, baby. Do you know how long I’ve waited for this? How many times I’ve dreamed of this?”

It sounds impossible, but he takes it up a notch and goes harder. Yet he doesn’t stop being thorough, still putting me first despite everything, as if my needs are his priority. It’s almost too much to bear, that and the friction working in tandem until I’m out of my mind.

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