Page 174 of Protective Heroes

“Like this?” She slid the buttons of her top out of their hold again and slipped the material first off one shoulder then the next before losing the material altogether.

She cupped her breasts, letting her nipples slip between her fingers. A groan rumbled deep within Dyson’s chest, giving her the courage to continue.

“Let me see them.” He moved into her space to peel her hands away. If he kept looking at her with such fervor, she’d be lost.

“God, I’ve missed you. I’ve dreamed about having you again. Just like this.”

“You’ve dreamed of me, Dyson?” His gaze simmered with a stronger passion than she’d seen before from him and she melted into his touch, surprised by the tingle of electricity that zapped her when she pressed skin on skin.

She peered up, momentarily mesmerized by the full force of the fire that lit his eyes. The blaze burned hotter with each encounter, pulling her closer to the warmth he offered.

“You know I have, precious. The proof is right here.” He guided her hand to stroke the thick ridge of his massive cock and she ran her hand from the tip to the base through his pants.

Long, thick and impressive in every way.

Though this was hardly their first time, she couldn’t help the small blush heating her cheeks.

With his forefingers and thumb, Dyson pinched both her nipples, forcing a moan from her. “I’m going to suck those delicate berries into my mouth and make you cum for me. But first, I want to see the rest of you. Come on, precious, give me what I want.”

He skimmed his fingers along her sensitive sides then worked his way toward the front clasp of her skirt. Shudders of anticipation raked through her. With the slightest touch, he had her wanting more than she could ever have. A family. A man to love her body and soul each night and as she woke each morning.

But this was just sex between a couple of friends. She had to stop all the fanciful thoughts and stomp out the embers that wanted to spark, raging fires within her. Uncontrolled emotions constantly edging her closer to him were dangerous when left unattended.

With a flick, he released the final barrier between them and her skirt crumbled around her legs on the floor of their cabana.

“Baby, I need you. We’re both in danger of me combusting right now if I don’t get you wrapped around my length soon.”

Dios, he was going to be the death of her. She shouldn’t be here, but he looked at her with such intensity, as if she was his sole reason for breathing, and there was no way she could resist his allure much longer.

Could what they have become something deeper than what they shared now? Standing in front of him in nothing but a pair of white lace panties, she moved to slip those off, but he stilled her with a light touch to her hands.

“Let the pleasure be all mine.” With a feathery caress, he brushed his fingers up the length of her legs before finding the lacy edge. He peeled the drenched silk from her bare pussy lips and eased the fabric past her knees.

“If I have my way, you won’t need these any time soon.” Dyson slid them the rest of the way off and held them up. “These aren’t panties you wear just anywhere. Were you hoping you were gonna get fucked, precious?”

Her mouth fell open. Not only at his somewhat prophetic guess, but also at what he did next. Forgoing answering the first she questioned the latter. “What are you doing?”

She watched, amused, as he bunched up her wet panties and put them in his pocket. “A little guarantee you don’t try to put them back on while you’re with me.”

“I wouldn’t dare if you’re good to me.”

He gathered her ass cheeks in both hands and buried his face in the V of her legs. “I think I need to remind you just how good I am.”

With a loud gasp, Shay rocked her head back when his finger stroked her back entrance as he swirled languid circles around her aroused clit with the tip of his tongue. The double dose of pleasure eased her out of all the noise of real life and settled her close to that fantasy she liked to hide away in when night fell and it was only her and her imagination.

Now that she had the real Dyson between her legs eating her pussy, she whimpered for more when he pulled away.

“Mmm,” he groaned. “Delicious honey. Wet and mine. You know I get what I want, Shay.”

Not even a fraction of doubt marked his words.

If she were in her right mind that should scare her.

Tonight, as the sun dipped behind the water’s edge and evening rolled in, all she could feel was the sweet agonizing thrill of anticipation as he worked her body with his strong capable hands and mouth. And now she trembled beneath his masterful touch.

She fisted the thick strands of his hair, desperate for more of Dyson on her.

Eating, licking, and fucking her until every last doubt quieted leaving nothing behind but pure bliss.

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