Page 78 of Untamed Protector

A flush races up Lexi’s neck, staining her cheeks a fiery red. Her tired eyes flare to life, catching the light and holding my gaze captive. A battle rages behind them, a mix of desire and something else unspoken. The air around her crackles with a tension that mirrors the storm brewing inside me. We both crave a release, a surge as electric as the adrenaline that coursed through us earlier. A rush of pleasure.

“We need to get rid of these dirty clothes. Let’s get in the shower, and I’ll help you wash,” I say.

She sits quietly, her breath shallow, as I stroke her hair. My gaze drifts from her lips, lingering on the curve of her neck before settling on the gentle rise of her breasts beneath her worn T-shirt. A faint stain marks the fabric, a reminder of the day’s chaos, which now seems to melt away under my touch.

I plant a sweet kiss on her lips and playfully nudge her towards the bedroom. She lingers for a moment, then, with a determined glint in her eye, grabs my good hand and leads me inside.

“I can’t believe you hesitated,” I tease, unable to hide a grin.

She stops by the bed and examines my hand. “I didn’t hesitate. I got used to you carrying me in your arms, but I remembered your hand hurts. No heroics tonight, okay?”

“No amount of pain would ever stop me from carrying you wherever I need to.”

Compared to me, Lexi is petite and delicate. I can easily wrap my arms around her waist or under her ass cheeks and pick her up like a flake. There’s something undeniably sexy about the way her curves fit perfectly against me and the way she responds to my touch. I know it sounds arrogant, but I feel like I’m the one who awakened her senses and the pleasure of making love to a man—to me. I’ve claimed her as mine, possessively and unequivocally. And I have to make sure I keep providing for my woman.

I grab a small towel from the bathroom, carefully wrapping it around my injured fingers. Heading back to her, I drop my jacket on the bed and turn her toward me so that my hands can explore her body.

My gaze lingers on the button of her jeans. A slow smile spreads across Lexi’s face, and she reaches out, her fingers brushing against mine. Together, we manage the first button, the small struggle turning into a playful dance of hands. Laughter bubbles up as a clumsy kiss lands on her cheek, quickly followed by another, a touch more purposeful. The room seems to heat up, and soon, our clothes become a tangled mess on the floor.

It’s amazing to hear her laugh. I just love the way she shakes her head slightly when she’s amused. The scar on her lip takes on a curved shape when she laughs hard. The warmth of the water washes away the day’s tension. As I hold her close, a wave of relief washes over me. This woman I adore, who fills my every thought, is safe in my arms.

I cover her whole body with foam as I watch the water cascade down her curves, highlighting her perfect form. Leaning in, I cup her breasts softly, feeling her heart quicken under my touch as my hands glide down her thighs until they reach the heat between her legs. Her eyes flutter closed, and she melts against me. I touch her gently, as if making a silent promise, until she shivers and twists toward me, climbs her heels onto my legs, and rests her head on my chest. I hunch over and let the shower water drench me, shielding her.

Touching her and feeling her so close ignites an intense desire within me, one that’s difficult to control. I want her in bed, feeling the weight of my body on top of hers as our hands explore each other’s desires until she moans my name, craving more until she finally surrenders.

With a playful glint in her eyes, Lexi grabs a towel as I turn off the water. She’s changed so much from the woman who came into my house a few nights ago, terrified of the darkness. I know she’s worried about what’s going on, but in my arms, her body relaxes completely. She’s open and eager, even hungry for my touches and my embrace. I asked her to stay with me for one more week and trust that I can fix this for her. But I can’t bear to think of her leaving.

We come out of the shower and put on bathrobes. Lexi insists on taking care of my fingers. She has me sit next to the vanity, pulls out some balm and wound dressing, and stands between my legs to apply it. Her eyes scan for a second the area where my bulge pushes against my robe, proof of my primal craving for her. Then she concentrates on my fingers, becoming so absorbed that she flinches a little when she feels my hand sneak under her robe and move toward the hot spot between her legs.

“Come on. Don’t start again. I have work to do.”

Her hair, still stubbornly holding on to its bun, has a few damp tendrils that refuse to be tamed and snake across her forehead. As she finishes bandaging my wound, I can’t resist teasing her. “Ouch! Careful there, doctor.”

“Aw, did that hurt? I’m sorry,” she says, shooting me a playful glare when she catches me grinning.

Once she’s done with the bandage, I lift her and place her on the vanity counter. Taken aback, she lets out a slight scream. I quickly loosen the drawstring on her robe and pull it down to admire her gorgeous body.

Our eyes meet, and a slow smile spreads across her lips as she leans in, her finger tracing a playful path down my chest through the opening of my robe. I watch her hand as I slide between her spread legs. I let her open my robe. She pushes it off my shoulders, letting it fall to my feet. I’m standing naked and aroused.

Lexi arches forward, and I respond by pulling her closer, my hands finding the gentle curve of her hips and pulling her to me until we’re perfectly wrapped around each other.

In a slow, deliberate movement, she reaches up, her fingers fumbling with the tie at the back of her hair. The ribbon gives way, and her hair tumbles down her shoulders, framing her face with damp tendrils.

Leaning back on her arms, she throws her head back and pushes her breasts toward me as a breathless moan escapes her lips. My hand trails down her spine, a delicious tremor taking hold of her. “You feel incredible,” I whisper, my voice husky with desire. “And your heart…” I brush my fingertips against the base of her neck, feeling the rapid pulse beneath my touch. “It’s racing a mile a minute.”

I run my hand down between her breasts, feeling her soft skin. She flinches and presses harder against me. My eyes lock onto hers with an intense, primal hunger. I’ve had her before, but I crave her constantly. I feel her absence when she’s not around or when I remember her lying sexy and naked in my bed. The thought of her leaving my house and my bed when this madness finally ends makes me physically sick.

“You’re so incredibly beautiful. I wish you could stay with me forever.” I whisper the last words, unsure if she can hear me.

But she arches into me, offering herself completely. Her breath hitches as my lips brush against her neck. A soft moan escapes her lips as I take hold of her nipple, sucking it hard, the sensation sending a jolt through both of us. I cup her other breast softly and feel myself about to explode as I watch her leaning her head back against the mirror. My erection is hard as iron, pressing firmly against the warmth of her thighs.

Her hips grind against mine, and she lets out a long, throbbing moan. Her body teeters on the edge of climax as my fingers trace a teasing path along the inside of her thigh, the heat intensifying with every touch. A strangled gasp escapes her lips as I brush against the most sensitive part of her core. I gently stroke the tip of her clit and press my lips against hers, consumed by the hunger that torments me. With a low groan, I slide two fingers inside her, the wet heat welcoming my touch.

As I push harder, I can feel her grip tighten around my fingers. Her breath comes in quick gasps, her body trembling with a delicious intensity. She grips my shoulders as she moans softly, our lips and tongues locked in a kiss. The world fades away, replaced by the heat of her skin and the frantic rhythm of our hearts. As my fingers keep driving into her, her spams grow stronger, and I’m about to explode. “That’s it, baby, wrap yourself around my fingers,” I ask, unclenching my mouth from hers and looking deep into her eyes. I press harder and harder, tracing small circles on her clit.

“That’s it, let go.” She lets out a final shudder and screams, her body heavy and relaxed against me.

As the world slowly comes back into focus, she melts into me, her breath coming in soft pants. I cradle her head gently, my lips meeting hers, my fingers lingering against her now-pulsating core. A soft sigh escapes her lips as we catch our breath, our bodies intertwined. Without releasing my grip on her, I cover her face and eyes with soft kisses, feeling her cheeks and neck burning up. She fights to keep her eyes open, willing herself to slow down her breathing as her body recovers from the sweet whirlwind of sensations.

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