Page 131 of Protective Heroes

He came back to himself all at once, his sexual haze lifted. Often in battle, this would happen to him. One minute he’d be asleep, having dozed off leaning against a hard wall where they were set up to attack, and the next he was completely aware of everything around him.

Ford had it bad for this woman. She was forbidden but so perfect. He could cost her a great career, but he’d never let that happen. He would protect her.

But he wasn’t letting her go either. Twelve hours wasn’t going to be enough.

Moments later Ford picked Angelina up and carried her all the way to the pond. As soon as the water splashed on her bare thighs, she squealed. “It’s cold!”

“It’s only cold for a minute. Trust me.” He kept striding into the depths, and she curled around him. He’d made her cum countless times already. With Ford, she was more orgasmic than she’d ever been with any other man. Maybe it was the way he spent so much time on her. Or it could be her feelings she was unable to deny.

Either way, she wanted his cock again and he’d already fucked her twice.

The water lapped at her bottom first, and she bit off a shrill scream just as Ford let her go, dropping her right into the water all the way to her tits.

She found her feet and shoved her hands at the water, creating a wave. It struck Ford full in the chest, but the man didn’t even gasp.

“You should have been a Navy Seal if you can withstand this water temperature.”

“Nah, I’m an Army man through and through.” Pride sounded in his deep tone. He smoothed his hand over his broad chest, making her pause. He looked like an underwear model.

Except he wasn’t wearing any.

They were bare naked and Ford’s cock stood at attention. “I see the cold water doesn’t affect any part of you,” she said.

He took a step toward her, eyes blazing. “You’re very observant, baby.”

A shiver ran through her that had nothing to do with the water temperature. When he called her baby, she turned into a melted puddle.

She stood up. The water licked against her slower thighs and swirled around her body. She wanted him to see what she did next. She plunged her fingers between her thighs.

A growl issued, and he took another step toward her. “That’s my pussy. Only I get to touch it.”

Surprise and arousal skittered through her system. She looked him right in the eyes and tested his edges of control. What would he do if she continued to touch what he considered “his?”

As she flicked her clit with her forefinger, juices squeezed from her and Ford’s eyes widened.

“Dammit, you know how to push a man, don’t you?” His tone was equal parts grit, playfulness and need.

When he caught her against him, he thrust his fingers between her legs, nudging hers aside. She threw her head back and moaned as he expertly stroked her slit and clit. When she was shaking and ready to explode, he pulled his hand free and cupped her face in both hands.

Looking into her eyes, he said, “I don’t know why I waited so long to make you mine because I’ve been wanting you for months.”

She stopped breathing. Only her heart beat erratically. She leaned into his hold. Make you mine? Was she his?

“Don’t pretend you aren’t perfect in my arms, Angelina. Or should I call you Professor Dawn?”

“This is a temporary situation.” She started but the words felt so cold on her lips.

“Like fuck.” He kissed her, drawing her on tiptoe against his hard body and massive cock. She ground into him as she met his tongue stroke for stroke. This was a moment of temporary insanity, or twelve hours of it, and she was going to live it to the fullest. Tomorrow she’d walk away and resume her boring life.

Without Ford.

As he lifted her, she hooked her legs around his waist so his erection ground against her pussy. Using her arms around his neck as leverage, she rubbed up and down against the fat cum-dripping head.

He tore his lips from hers and splayed his hands over her ass. On the downstroke, he brushed his fingers over her backside, right over her puckered hole.

She stilled, breath hitching.

“You’re untouched here, aren’t you?” He pressed his fingertip against her asshole. Sensations ran through her, stealing her mind. She’d stroked herself there before, but never had a man.

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