Page 34 of Protecting Christina

I raised my eyebrows. “That can get very expensive.”

“Mmm…” he said, evasively, but said no more.

I’d noticed Nikole traveled more since marrying Jake, and I knew he had a yacht. I figured he was well-off, but I was starting to think these former military men were more than just doing well for themselves.

“Did you grow up on Park Avenue?” I asked while Will pressed the green button on his coffee machine. He shook his head. “No. I grew up in Brooklyn on Oak Street. Not too far from where you live now.”

“Oh.”

That was a decent neighborhood. Not necessarily the two penthouses and a yacht kind of place, but nice.

“Why did you move?”

He handed me a mug. “Well, there was nothing left for me there and I wanted to start new.”

That sounded oddly familiar. “Did your parents leave you behind?”

“No. They died.”

“Oh.”

Well, I hadn’t expected that. I knew the normal response would be to ask him how it happened; to delve deep into his psyche and learn what made this man tick. Except, I didn’t want that. I didn’t want to start a relationship with this man. I wanted to climb into bed with him and forget about my worries for a night. I had dealt with enough in my own childhood without piling on someone else’s issues.

If that made me a bitch, well, I’d been called worse.

He rubbed the back of his neck as though he’d regretted the words. He was probably worried that he’d ruined the mood. Well, I should set him straight.

After taking a long sip of my coffee, I placed it on the glass table next to us.

“I don’t want to talk anymore,” I said, walking up to him. I reached for the hair elastic at the back of his head and pulled it down. His light brown hair fell forward, caressing the shadow that had grown over his jaw.

His brown eyes stared into mine, and when I ran my tongue over my top lip, he inhaled sharply.

“Are you just going to look at me all night?” I asked.

The brown hues in his eyes heated, and he raised his hands to caress my waist. “I was respecting your inclination to be in control. But I’ll happily take the lead.”

He moved his hands to the first button of my black blazer and removed it. Then the next, and the next. He moved slowly, watching as my chest rose with each inch of bare skin he revealed. I wore a black silk chemise underneath and my nipples hardened when the cool air hit them. I wasn’t wearing a bra.

He groaned when he realized it and shook his head. “Had I known that’s all you were wearing underneath that blazer, I would’ve thought of nothing but ripping it off you.”

My stomach dropped, and I closed my eyes. “Your words make my pussy wet.”

“Jesus, woman. Are you trying to unman me before I even take my pants off?”

“If that’s all it takes, we’re going to have a problem.”

He chuckled. “There’s no problem, sweetheart. I can take whatever you give me. The question is…”

He pulled me up against the bulge in his pants, and my pussy cried out in excitement. “Can you take what I’ve got?”

“Yes,” I whispered, and pulled his head down and kissed him. Moaning, I wrapped both arms around his neck and couldn’t believe my body’s reaction. I’d never wanted a man as much as I wanted Will Nash at this moment.

“Fuck me,” I whispered, pulling away from his lips, only to slam against them once more.

“Ah, fuck, Christina.”

He ripped the blazer from my body and ran his fingers down the back of my skirt, finding its zipper. Slowly, he unzipped me and dropped to his knees to pull the skirt down. He did the same to my black lace panties and waited for me to step out of them both.

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