Page 5 of Protected By the Billionaire Ex-SEAL

I swallow, gathering my wits.

“I’m staying in a motel. Do you want to go back and watch TV together?”

“No. I want you on a bed when I use my mouth on you.”

Oh my God. Goodbye, wits.

“You’re pretty arrogant, aren’t you?”

“That wasn’t a no.”

I hesitate. On the one hand, I want to keep my life private, and something tells me that if I do say no, he’ll respect my wishes. He seems the type.

On the other hand, where’s the fun in that? I haven’t had fun in a long time, and this is pretty harmless. My life’s been so shitty and there’s this looming knowledge that tomorrow, everything changes.

And, boy, do I need to blow off some steam. Badly. I don’t even remember what good sex feels like anymore, and I already know it’s going to be good with him.

I don’t answer him right away. Instead, I stand up on my tiptoes and watch as awareness enters his eyes. But he just watches me quietly, patiently. I tilt my head until my mouth is inches from his, his hot breath warming me up.

Then I close the distance between us, my mouth meeting his…and oh my God.

An electric jolt blazes through me at the first contact, then roars into madness as soon as he responds and kisses me back. It’s a slow, hot kiss; then hunger awakens and takes over, morphing it into something beyond our control.

His tongue slides between my lips, teases mine, and a low moan gets stuck in my throat. I do what I’ve wanted to do since first laying eyes on him and rub my body against his. The resulting friction tightens my nipples and sends a burning pleasure down my core. A groan rumbles in his throat as he deepens the kiss, then takes my ass in his hand to squeeze it and lift me up higher, lining me up with his erection.

Then, slowly, he sets me down and takes a step back until we’re no longer touching.

My breathing is erratic. So is his. My mind’s a muddled mess as I try to gather my wits again and realize they’re gone. Scattered in the wind.

His stomach heaves and a tortured chuckle comes out. Those molten green eyes bore into mine, the desire as feverish as I feel.

“Where are you staying, Raven?”

I swallow, my throat dry. “Motel. Next door,” is all I can manage.

He takes my hand and leads me out of the bar without another word. I don’t think I can speak, anyway. But I try.

“How long were you in the military?”

“Twelve years, give or take. You?”

“Eight years teaching.”

“Pizza or pasta?”

“Pizza. All day, every day.”

“My kind of woman.”

His voice is tight, anticipating. I’m pretty sure mine is, too, as I spot the building and point. “That’s mine. Room 18.”

He nods, then waits for me to find the keyhole with my trembling hand. We enter quickly.

“It’s small. Temporary. Probably not suitable for?—”

But he cuts me off with another kiss, his body trapping mine against the wall. I gasp at the suddenness, then moan when the kiss takes a turn into something beyond ravenous. His hand cruises under my shirt, then struggles with it, wanting to get it off but not wanting to stop kissing me.

“It’s suitable. I would have found a corner in that bar and fucked you there, but I wanted to take my time.”

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