Page 44 of Fierce Protector

When her gaze darted back to his, she caught him staring at her in the same way. Only his lingered on her breasts.

“Your nipples are darker.”

Her breath hitched. “It’s the hormones.”

“You’re sexy as hell.”

Unable to hold back another minute, she threw herself across her bed at him. At the same moment, he crawled onto it to meet her. When he slipped his arms around her, she moaned at the press of his warm steely body against hers.

Their mouths collided in a kiss that made that one in the driveway look like a pale sun in a winter sky compared to the blazing hot desert they were experiencing now.

His tongue flipped against hers. Her teeth scraped his bottom lip, and his growl vibrated through her chest. Need squeezed in her core, soaking her inner thighs with juices. She rocked her hips against his stiff cock, aching to be filled by him.

Again.

It was only sex. Right? So what if she was pregnant with his baby. They weren’t a couple.

He seemed to be taking this role of protector a little bit far, but she admitted that she enjoyed being pampered.

She dug her fingers into his spine, raking them down to his carved buttocks. The planes flexed under her hands. Groaning, he captured her lips and ground his cock into her drenched pussy.

“Christ, baby, you’re soaking wet.”

“I’ve been…aching for…days.” She punctuated the words with small bites to his shoulder and then his neck.

He issued a growl and cupped her chin in one palm, drawing her gaze up to meet his. The burning need in his eyes had her pulsating with more want.

“Aching for who?”

“Just aching!” She kissed him again, long and deep.

He tore from the kiss. “Aching…for…who?”

Damn. He was a SEAL. What made her ever think he couldn’t get his way?

“For…”

He hitched up a brow. “We can still have that discussion right now instead of…” He trailed his tongue over her throat, making her arch her back. When he captured her nipple in his mouth, he swiped the tip.

“Oh god! Don’t stop!”

“We can have that talk, Demi. Or you can tell me who you’ve been aching to have between these thighs.” He slipped his hand between them and cupped her pussy.

Her insides clutched. Her clit throbbed.

“You.” The response came out as a ragged moan.

His eyes sparked. Then he took her mouth at the same time he stroked his fingertip down the seam of her pussy, over her clit.

She cried out and bucked into his touch. Refusing to allow her to end their kiss too soon, he claimed every sound she made while circling her bud in slick, mind-blowing rotations.

Her body no longer belonged to her. For those moments before a swift orgasm overtook her, Ledger owned it.

With a wild jerk of her hips, she came. Her pussy contracted hard, and he plunged one finger into her while swirling the other around and around her clit, drawing out her release until her lungs begged for air.

On a gasp, she collapsed to the bed. Stars shot across her vision as she watched him push onto his knees and grab one of the condoms he’d tossed on the nightstand.

He tore into one. “These are bigger. The last one was too small.”

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