Page 95 of My Damaged Protector

If she says yes, I may not be able to make her stay. As much as I want her, this has to be her choice, too.

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SARAH

My heart is beating fastfrom the things he's doing to me with his mouth and hands. I try to get as close to him as possible, wanting more than anything for him to fill me up.

Just when I'm about to beg him to fuck me against the wall, he speaks.

“Do you still want to go?”

It's like cold water being poured on one's head. My eyes immediately snap open, and I push my body upright, forcing our eyes to meet.

Although he's giving me an out, I can tell from the pleading look in his eyes that he doesn't want me to leave.

Why offer me an out if he doesn't want me to take it? He can be so confusing at times.

Breaking our gaze, I look behind him, the plate of food I brought for him long forgotten.

Emotions lodge in my throat, and I suddenly find it hard to breathe or speak, so I force a swallow and take in some air through my mouth.

Although he's no longer doing anything, his hands are still on my breasts, and his erection is pressing right into my belly. His body's heat is still radiating into mine.

“Sex is not going to solve our issues,” I say.

He doesn't say anything, but he does something. He squeezes my soft and sensitive flesh in his hold, intentionally letting his thumbs graze over my nipples.

“It'll make us feel good,” he whispers, and I agree with him.

Yes, it will.

It would be so much fun to just let him take me against this wall right now and fuck me until I can no longer stand on my feet. But what good would it do to either of us?

His head falls into the space between my neck, and he bites me there, intentionally letting his tongue circle the sensitive skin every millisecond.

“Ian,” I breathe out, both in protest and pleasure.

“Tell me you don't want this and I'll stop.”

He knows I can't say that. I'd be lying if I did.

I do not want him to stop, but I also do not think this will get us anywhere.

It's not going to change anything. I'm still mad at him. I'm still keeping the fact that I'm pregnant with his child from him, and I'm still not sure I'll ever tell him.

Not to mention that he hasn't once mentioned our earlier altercation since he got here.

Is he even bothered about this as I am?

“Stop,” he says with a sigh and pulls away from me.

Letting our eyes meet, I squint at him in confusion.

“Stop what?” I ask him.

“Stop letting your head dictate what you should do for you. Once in a while, let your body speak, too.”

He thinks I haven't been following my emotions?

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