Page 70 of My Damaged Protector

Not now. Please.

“Ian,” I breathe out in frustration, reaching out to touch him, but he steps out of my grasp.

Damn it.

“Tell me what you're hiding.”

A groan of frustration trickles up my throat and I have to force it down. “Come on. You're really going to kill what we have going on right now to have that discussion?” I ask, purposely playing with my nipples. His eyes follow my action, and I almost rejoice at the prospect of getting him, but he blinks and looks away.

“You're not going to distract me. Tell me what's going on.”

Ugh. Of all the times for him to be hardheaded, now's the worst time.

“Ian, come on. I need you right now,” I whine in frustration.

“And I want you, too. Here…” Grabbing my hand, he places it on his hot and pulsing erection. I moan at the contact. “Feel what you're doing to me. But I can't take you when I feel like there's something between us. You have to let me in. Come on, remember how you called me out on not letting you in at themotel and how it isn't doing me any good? Well, now you're doing the same.”

Why does he have to make so much sense and annoy me at the same time?

“This is different,” I say.

“I wouldn't know. You're not telling me what's going on.”

“I will! Okay?” I snap at him. Huffing, I reduce my volume. “I will tell you what's going on. I promise. I just need to figure some things out and make sure I have all the facts right before I can tell you. Please, just trust me.”

I'm not exactly lying. I do have some things to figure out, and maybe then I'll tell him.

“You promise?” he asks me with narrowed eyes, his defense already slipping.

“Yes,” I whisper and move close to him. This time, he lets me.

I bring my palms to his back and let them caress the ridge of his muscles and the evidence of some of the things he's been through in life.

Every scar my palm sketches over gets a reaction from him. By the time my hand finally comes back to rest on his chest again, he's breathing hard.

This time when our lips meet, it's with an urgency that wasn't in our first kiss.

We suck. We lick. We pull. And we kiss the living daylights out of one another.

When he finally breaks the kiss again. I am very much wet and ready to shed my clothes so he can fuck me right on my aunt's porch for her neighbors to see.

I really don't care.

I want him. And he's here right now. That's all that matters.

Reading the desire in my eyes, Ian takes a palm to my jaw and caresses it. A playful smile on his lips.

“I think I'm in love with this mouth of yours,” he whispers, taking a thumb to trace my lips.

All I can breathe out is, “Oh.”

He chuckles. “Yeah, oh. I imagine all the things I can do with it. There's one particular image I can't get out of my head. Want to know what it is?”

I nod like an idiot.

Leaning so his lips are to my ear, he whispers, “My dick between your lips.”

Shit.

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