Page 5 of Fierce Protector

Quickly, she whirled around and headed straight for the exit.

If they got to her place fast enough, and he wasn’t too fast in bed, and barring no emergency calls tonight, she could still get six hours of sleep.

At the door, she moved to shove it open, but his big hand landed on the wood in front of her, nudging it wide enough for both of them to exit.

“My car’s this way—” Her words ended on a gasp as Ledger caught her by the hand and yanked her into him.

She moaned at the feel of his big, hard body crushed against hers.

With another quirk of his lips, he backed her against the building and kissed her. Without apology. Without stopping.

Oh god, the man could kiss. The feel of his hard lips moving over hers and the way he sliced his tongue across her bottom lip—once, twice—before she parted them had her quivering.

She reached up and locked her hands on his beefy shoulders, moaning as his tongue slithered across hers.

He tasted like lager and minty toothpaste. He smelled like soap and man.

Her core burned with lust as she kissed him in return. The world faded, and all her cares went with it. Long minutes passed with only the throb of country music and the chirp of crickets.

She tore from the kiss, and they stared at each other. She was panting for air. His chest gave a single heave.

“Where can we go?” His rugged voice gritted over her senses.

“My place. It’s not far. No strings.”

There it was again—the crooked smile that wasn’t committing to a full-on grin.

Demi had seen men like him before—his control was welded to him like steel. He just might be more uptight than she was.

Did she care? No. She was about to have the hottest man she’d ever seen in her bed.

Between her thighs.

Moving inside her.

She led him to her vehicle, and they slid in. In some unspoken agreement, they turned to each other. He hooked his hand around her nape, yanking her in at the same moment she hurled herself at him.

Their mouths clashed in a wild tangle of nibbles and bites and tongues. His fingers threaded into her hair, holding her captive. But Demi wasn’t going anywhere. Once she made up her mind about something, she didn’t back out.

She wanted Ledger.

Tingles of desire sucked her down in a spiral. Her insides pulsed.

They broke away and she drove the few miles to her small ranch house on the outskirts of town, close enough that she could run to the veterinary office and out on home calls but far enough off the beaten path that not even a Girl Scout came knocking.

The minute she unlocked the front door, she gripped Ledger by the shirt and yanked him in.

He locked his arms around her, and she rubbed against his full length. And she meant full length. His muscles weren’t the only things that were rock hard. His erection rode up the front of his jeans, thick and long.

She’d picked the right night to go to Badlands for a drink.

Her insides clutched with want. Her panties flooded.

Still locked in a frantic kiss, they made it to her bed. When he slid his hands under her sundress, over her bare thighs, she trembled with need. His callused fingers were so rough against her sensitive, desperate skin.

Sucking in a sharp breath, she let her head fall back. Their gazes linked for a brief second. In that heartbeat, she felt a connection.

The last thing she needed.

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