Page 52 of My Damaged Protector

“That’s hilarious. What are you talking…” She trails off when my thumb touches her lower lip to clean the sauce. I take my thumb back to my mouth like an idiot and lick it.

When I raise my head, her eyes are on fire with lust.

Shit.

“Sarah,” I breathe out, wanting to clear the air.

That was an innocent act.

Before I can proceed though, she stands up, confusing me for a minute as I think she's perhaps going to walk away. Instead, she takes the remnants of my food away from my grip, pushes the table away, and then she climbs on my lap. She closes her lips over mine, her body pressed to mine.

Okay.

Am I supposed to kiss her back or not?

I have to admit I'm a little bit confused here, but I want to kiss her back so much, especially with how she is pressing on my now hard dick.

“Ian,” she whispers softly against my lips.

That's all the encouragement I need to take the lead.

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SARAH

Ian grabsme by the back of my neck, his hold firm yet not hard.

He pushes his tongue into my mouth, taking over the kiss that I started. I try to breathe as best as I can through my nose, but really, there's only so much I can do with what the man is doing to me.

He's hard beneath me. I can feel that, and it feels beyond good.

It feels familiar, like home.

Shit, it's either I'm out of my mind, or I'm just plain horny.

I'd like to believe it's the former.

More than anything, I want him inside me. I'm thinking about it already, so much that my body starts to shake.

His other hand goes behind my back, and he rubs downward, gently soothing me. He breaks the kiss, but he doesn't separate from me. Instead, he lets our foreheads rest together, his eyes boring into mine.

“Breathe Sarah, breathe.”

“I've missed you,” I whisper.

“And I, you.”

“What am I ever going to do without you?”

“You'll soar so high the world will marvel at it. Just like you've done before. Just like you will again.” He speaks so passionately, I have no doubt that he believes it.

Nodding, I look away from him, the weight behind his words too hard for me to ignore.

“Look at me,” he says.

“No.”

“Please,” he begs.

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