Page 38 of Guarding her Gangster Girl

I sit up, accepting the coffee gratefully and wrapping my hands around the just-right warmth of the mug. I take a sip and find it perfectly made, strong and smooth, with just a hint of sweetness.

She knows how I like my coffee.

“Thank you,” I say softly, my eyes meeting hers over the rim of the mug. “For everything. The coffee, keeping me safe last night, and…” I trail off, feeling heat rise to my cheeks again. “I’m so sorry about last night. I shouldn’t have put you in that position.”

Nik shakes her head, but I feel like a shutter has come down over her eyes. “You have nothing to apologize for. It was an intense night. Emotions were running high.”

She perches on the edge of the bed, her own mug cradled in her hands. The morning sunlight streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows catches the highlights in her dark hair, turning some of the strands to burnished copper. For a moment, I’m mesmerized by the play of light and shadow across her features, the strong line of her jaw, the curve of her neck.

“Still,” I insist, “I shouldn’t have put you in that position. You’re here to protect me, not…well, you know.”

Nik’s eyes meet mine, and for a moment, the intensity of her gaze takes my breath away. “It’s okay, Brie. Really.”

We fall into silence, sipping our coffee. I’m acutely aware of Nik’s presence, the steady rise and fall of her chest as she breathes, the way her fingers curl around her mug, the cozy smell of the coffee.

Outside, the desert stretches off into the horizon, sand and scrub brush painted in shades of ochre and burnt sienna. It’s beautiful in its own stark, unforgiving way.

Rather like Nik Kusek.

I shift slightly, and the silk of my nightgown whispers against my skin. Nik’s eyes flick to the movement, then quickly away. “Nik?” I say.

“Yeah?”

“I’m not in shock anymore.”

“Okay.” She sounds cautious.

But also hopeful.

“So when I tell you now that I want you…will you believe me?” I set my cup down and watch her. All she does is give a slight nod. “And…will you do something about it?”

Nik’s eyes darken as she sets her own mug aside. For a long moment, she just looks at me, her gaze intense and searching. I feel exposed under her scrutiny, but I don’t look away. I want her to see the truth of my desire, my need.

Finally, she moves. She crawls up beside me on the bed, movements like a panther, and cups my cheek. “You sure about this?”

I lean into her touch. “One hundred percent certain.”

That’s all it takes. Her lips land on mine in a slow but searing kiss. It’s nothing like the desperate, adrenaline-fueled encounter I tried to initiate last night. This is slow, deliberate, electric. Her tongue traces my lips as I open to her eagerly, teasing me. And then her hand slides down my side, over the curve of my waist, and down to my thigh. She rolls onto her side and pulls me close, so that I feel her warmth envelop me as the kiss changes, becomes more urgent.

She runs her hand up my leg while her mouth moves down, kissing me on the neck, biting softly. My body tingles all over and I’m so wet already I think I might slide off the damn bed. One of her hands finds its way between us, cupping my core, kneading the satin of my nightgown into my soaked pussy. I gasp into her lips, spreading my legs for her in a sign to go further.

She pulls the gown up and slides a finger over my bare, slippery seam as I arch against her. Her finger circles slowly, slowly, until I make a plaintive noise. And finally she takes pity on me, those maddening fingers finding my clit, and I gasp again.

Her lips brush against my ear. “You’re all wet,” she whispers, but her voice is rough. “Is this what I do to you?”

I nod, unable to speak. Her finger speeds up, rubbing against my clit in a rhythm that is driving me crazy. I pull away enough to look her in the eye. “Take off your clothes—please?—”

She moves away to strip off as fast as she can, though I reach after her, missing her warmth, but she’s back again within moments, her small breasts pushing against mine under my satin slip when she leans in to kiss me again. Her tongue slides into my mouth, matching the rhythm of her fingers that are back teasing me again. I whimper, unable to contain the sounds that escape me.

And then those fingers are pushing into me, filling me up, the sensation intense—but still not enough. She starts moving her fingers in and out slowly, circling my clit with her thumb, and I moan. “You like this?” she asks.

“I need more,” I beg, and she gives that small, pleased smile that makes my heart skip. She adds another finger, and another, stretching me in the most exquisite way. My hips buck up to meet her touch, and I grip the sheets, the fabric bunching up in my sweaty palms.

Her breath is hot against my skin, her body pressed up against mine as her lips move down my neck. I rock my hips into her, fuck myself on her hand as she watches, encourages me with smiles and kisses. I’m lost in sensation, my body on fire as Nikworks me closer and closer to the edge. Her fingers curl inside me, hitting that perfect spot, and I cry out, beyond caring how loud I am.

“That’s it,” Nik purrs in my ear. “Let me hear you, beautiful. I want to hear every sound you make.”

Her words send another jolt of arousal through me. I grab her ass, pulling her tight against me as I grind shamelessly on her hand. “Don’t stop,” I pant. “Please don’t fucking stop.”

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