Page 49 of A Beta Protects

He never looks away as he wraps his arms around me and lifts me as if I’m a feather pillow. There’s not the slightest hint of strain on his face. “Wrap your legs around me.”

“And then?” I bite off a moan when the action brings my core flush against his cock.

His eyes dip to my mouth. “I make love to you.”

“Oh?”

He’s leaning toward me when a bark of laughter from behind me makes me panic. Dom is naked. I’ve got my legs wrapped around his hips, and we are in full view of anyone who ventured out here. “I don’t want?—”

He’s already moving us to the side of the door. I have my back to the wood when the footsteps heading this way slow then veer away. Almost like the person knew we were out here and wanted to give us privacy.

Dom never takes his eyes off me as I wait for whoever it was to leave.

I have my palms resting on the tops of Dom’s shoulders for support, and he has his hands clasped around my waist. I don’t care that he’s wet all over, rain water soaking through the expensive clothes he bought for me.

Our lips touch, then cling, and I stop caring about anyone finding us out here at all.

When Dom moves, I don’t stop kissing him. He wraps an arm around my back as a door creaks open. Then it snicks shut again. And we’re going up. Dom must be dripping water all over the place. I shouldn’t still be kissing him in case we fall down the stairs, but neither of us breaks away.

When my back settles on a soft, familiar surface, I realize where we are. His room, and he just laid me down on his bed.

Behind him, the door is closed and the overhead light off, with the lamp on the bedside table, the only source of illumination. Shadows dance over his body, and he looks so strong, but also beautiful. There’s a softness in his gaze that makes it impossible to take my eyes off him.

Somehow, he wants me. I don’t know why someone as handsome and kind as Dom would want me, but I am eternally grateful that he does.

A soft smile lifts one corner of his mouth and I trace the curve with my finger.

“What are you thinking?” he asks.

I shake my head. “Just lucky to be here with you.”

“Not nearly as lucky as I feel, Kira.” His next kiss is brief, and he pulls away, straightening. “I need to get clean for you.”

I slowly sit up. “Do you?”

His eyes slide down my body, linger on my breasts, and he licks his lips. I feel the effect of that way down low, and his nostrils flare before he takes a deliberate step back. “I’ll be right back.”

“I don’t mind.” Sitting up, I glance down at my body. “My clothes are wet already.”

The material clings to my skin.

When Dom doesn’t respond, I peer up at him.

His eyes are hungry, but he makes no move toward me or even to leave. “I shouldn’t be doing this, Kira. You deserve someone else. Not me. I’m not the man you think I am.”

The agony in his voice does something to me. Makes me feel brave. Sex was something Bryce wanted. But this? With Dom?

I get to my feet and bridge the distance between us. “You are exactly the man I think you are.”

“Kira…”

I kiss his throat. A soft, light touch. It drags a groan from deep in his chest and he clasps my arms. Not to pull me away. He holds me there, his breathing ragged as I kiss him again, little sipping kisses over his throat, his jaw. But it isn’t enough.

“You are exactly the man I want.” I angle downward.

His hands tighten on me, though not hard enough to bruise. “Kira?”

“Yes?” I press a kiss on his pecs, another just below his nipple.

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