Page 62 of Guarded from Corruption

“Niall, please.”

He lifts his head to look up at me, concern flickering in his eyes. His hand stills. “Hun. Do you want me to stop? Is this too much?”

“No.” If I weren’t so twisted up inside, I’d laugh at the absurdity of it. “It’s not too much. I need… more. I need you.”

“I’m right here.”

I hold his gaze. “No. I want to feel you inside me.”

His jaw tightens. “Are you sure?”

“Yes.” In emphasis, I unhook my bra and let it drop to the floor. “I’m very sure.”

As he stares at my breasts, I’m almost shocked at myself. With all my talk of independence, I’ve never initiated sex like this before.

But then again, I never wanted anyone like I do with Niall. I’ve never cared about someone this much.

“Ah, Jade.” Niall leans down to kiss me. “I’m very sure, too.”

“Good.” I flash him a bold smile. “So. I think you’re way overdressed. We should do something about that.”

His answering smile makes my legs go weak. “Anything you want, Jade. Anything.”

Then he takes off his clothes, and it’s a hundred times better than I imagined.

Maybe more. A thousand, even.

Muscles on muscles; not the bulky, body-builder sort, but ones built from hours of running and sparring and all the crazy cross-training exercises he does.

His chest is broad and dusted with dark hair that trails down past a very admirable eight-pack and to his obvious arousal.

There’s a tiny tattoo just above his heart with the initials C and C intertwined, which I know stands for his parents.

Niall’s handsome features are tight with desire, and his eyes are fixed on mine, showing me everything he’s feeling.

It’s not just a physical need for him, either.

“You’re so handsome,” I blurt out. “I always thought you were, but seeing you like this…”

A satisfied expression moves across his face, and his smile quirks. “Not nearly as gorgeous as you. Except.” His hands come back to my hips, and he slides my bikini down. “Now we’re even.”

“We are,” I breathe, and step forward so our bodies are flush to each other. My hand comes down to encircle him again, stroking in the way I learned he likes best.

Niall sucks in a sharp breath, but his smile sobers. “I want you to be comfortable. Do you want to be on top? Or?—”

“Actually…” My heart flutters with unexpected nerves. “Could you…” What is wrong with me? Where is independent Jade?

Well. She doesn’t want to be independent right now. Almost in a whisper, I ask, “Can you take charge? And I don’t need to be on top.”

Heat flares in Niall’s gaze. “You want me to be in control?”

I lift my chin. “Yes.”

“Ah, hun.” He lifts me into his arms, and I instinctively wrap my legs around his waist. “I can do that. And I’ll take care of you. I promise.”

And he does.

Laying me down on the couch with infinite care and kissing me all over.

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