Page 80 of Protective Heroes

He shifted, and in a moment he was over me, pressing me into the couch. I spread my legs, hooking one over the top of the couch and allowing the other to fall open, to make room for him between my legs.

He settled in and kissed his way from my mouth down across my chest until he reached the cups of my bra. He pulled back and grinned at me. “As pretty as this is…” he ran a finger beneath the black lace of my bra, “I don’t want anything between us.”

I nodded my agreement, words failing me, and arched up into his touch as he cupped my breasts and hooked the material beneath the heavy mounds.

He looked down at me and I waited for an attack of shyness to hit me. I’d never been a hundred percent comfortable with my body.

But it never came. Instead, I watched his hot eyes track over my skin, reveling in the heat and desire I saw there. How could I feel shy about my body when he looked at me like the best meal had just been laid out before him?

“You’re so much more than simply beautiful,” he rasped and bent to take the peak of my breast into his hot mouth. He used his tongue and teeth to tease my nipple into a tight bud before moving to give the other one the same hungry attention.

The sensations he caused started in the tip of my nipple and spread until they filled me with an urgent need for him to fill me, stretch me with his thickness until I screamed for mercy. I tugged on his flannel shirt. “You, too. I want to feel you.”

He let go of my nipple with a juicy pop and sat up, one leg bent between my legs and the other on the floor, bracing himself. He unbuttoned the first few buttons of his plaid, flannel shirt, and for the first time in my life I could see the appeal of a strip show.

He didn’t keep me waiting, though. As soon as he got a few unbuttoned, he followed my example and yanked the flannel and the long-sleeved Henley underneath off all at once.

I expected him to fall back against me and held my breath as I waited to feel his skin against me, the scrape of the light hair on his chest chafing against my nipples.

But he didn’t come down to me. His hand went to the waist of my jeans. I stared up at him, wanting to be completely bared to his hungry gaze.

“Are you sure, Kami? I don’t think I can stop if we go much farther.” His velvet over gravel tone made me shiver.

“I’ve never been surer of anything.”

And that’s all it took. In less than a minute, he’d stripped both of us of jeans and boots. He slid my panties down my legs ever so slowly, like he was unwrapping a fragile gift, and he dropped his boxer briefs to the floor.

In moments, I was bared with every part of me exposed to him. As his eyes traveled over every inch of my skin, heating up my nerve endings as surely as if he stroked me with his fingers, I allowed my gaze to eat him up.

He was even more beautiful than I remembered. Life in the military had left him with scars, some deep, others less so. My eyes lingered on a scar on his chest and another lower down closer to his hip. Before I had a chance to ask him about them, he came over me.

The feeling of his skin against mine was unlike anything I’d ever experienced before. His heat sliding against me made jolts of electric pleasure surge through me. His head dipped and he resumed his exploration of my body, his mouth returning to tease my nipples as a hand slid down over my belly, and lower still until he dipped between my thighs.

I opened to him, giving him all the access he wanted. He quickly took advantage, sliding down, his mouth following the same path his hands just took.

I moaned when he reached my center and I allowed my foot to drop to the floor on one side and the other I hooked more firmly over the side of the couch. I was open and exposed to him in a way I’d never allowed anyone else to see me.

By his groan and the way he dove in to lick and nip at my throbbing clit, I guessed he appreciated the gift I gave him. I arched up off the couch as he used his fingers to open me further to his mouth. He dipped his tongue into my opening, tasting me and teasing me all the while luring my juices to his hungry mouth

“So sweet,” he said with a groan.

I moved my hands to his head, threading them through his hair and holding him in place. My hips rose of their own volition, seeking the touch of his lips, tongue and teeth.

I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge, the pleasure so strong as it surged through me, it bordered on pain. Before I could fall into oblivion, he lifted his head.

I moaned out in protest only to be met with his chuckle. I stared up at him through heavy-lidded eyes as he slid back up my body.

“As amazing as you taste, sweetheart, the first time you come, I want to feel it on my cock.”

His words only served to inflame me more, and I suddenly wanted that more than anything—to feel him deep inside me, moving and riding out his pleasure in me.

He fisted his cock and guided the thick head to my aching pussy and pressed at my entrance.

“There’s no turning back after this, Kami. You are mine. I’m going to feed your womb my milk. Do you understand me?”

“Yours,” I agreed on a moan as I arched up to meet him as he pushed his way inside me.

I clutched his shoulders and then slid my hands over his back. Nothing—nothing—had ever felt as good as his hot, hard length sliding inside me and filling me up. My eyes opened to meet the dark, unfathomable depths of his as he slid to the hilt. He held himself there for long seconds, and I could feel something deep inside me settle into place, as if I’d been waiting forever for him to be right where he was at this moment.

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