Page 170 of Protective Heroes

He prowled closer with slow, sure steps. “Dyson I… I…uhh, have a long drive ahead of me.” She searched around for her shoes she’d kicked off a moment ago.

It hurt to leave like this, but there was no other way. Slamming the brakes on her ever-growing desire for the sinfully sexy man now was the smartest thing. Didn’t make it easy, though.

Then it happened.

He knew that boyish smile pushed all the right buttons.

And she knew what that meant. Her Marine found a chink in her armor.

Dyson raked a hand through his hair, mussing the thick locks.

“You won’t,” he growled as if what he said was law.

He took his cock in his hand through his pants and stroked it once. “I have what your body wants. You’re not going anywhere, precious.”

Cocky bastard.

He might as well have pulled on live wires connected to her aching pussy with that one stroke.

She shuddered.

As in every cell in her body reacted in unison and fell right into his well-played dominant plan of seduction and screamed ‘fuck me please.’

He knew her too damn well and that was her own fault.

“What if I scream and people hear us?” They were alone on the beach, but still.

“I promise you you’ll scream, moan, groan and beg for more before morning.”

She trembled, knowing they both knew he told the truth. He took personal pleasure in making her scream, moan and beg.

“But before I strip your clothes off and fuck you until you believe how much I want you, follow me. I want to show you something.”

Her brow creased. “Oh? What?”

“If I told you instead of show you that would ruin the surprise. All you have to do is follow me. You won’t be sorry.” His deep, seductive voice strummed all the right chords.

He brushed the back of his fingers down her cheek, lowering his lips close enough she could almost taste the smooth flavor of tequila from earlier on his breath.

“It would be a shame to travel all this way and not find something to ease the stress.”

“Lead the way, I guess,” she said quietly.

He took her hand in his. “Such little faith. I’m going to change that.”

She lifted a shoulder. What could she say? Faith was in little supply lately.

He pulled back, motioning toward a small pool left behind by the low tide. “It’s just over there.”

Thoughts of all she had to lose crept into the dark crevices of her heart and ripped at it just enough to bring her back to reality.

Breathe, Shay. It’s not like he was proposing.

Flights of fancy with Dyson, no matter how much he teased her better judgment with his boyish, sexy grin, or how deeply touched her heart this was a very bad idea.

She took his hand and let him lead the way.

How could she forget the panty-soaking fantasies that stalked her dreams for months? Frustration at not reaching a real orgasm by his hand left her with carnal desires for Dyson she couldn’t find the words for.

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