Page 12 of Snowed in with My Protector

“Fallon,” he growls as he takes me in like I’m shinier than a shooting star.

When his lips crash down onto mine, the feeling that overtakes me steals my breath. My arms twine around his neck and I pull him down until he’s pressed against me completely. His weight feels like comfort to me.

Safety.

Security.

Home.

“I’m going to help you forget all about what’s been bringing you down and help you relax,” he murmurs against my lips. “After you come on my tongue, I’m going to make you dinner and then we’ll snuggle in front of the fire.”

Fucking perfect.

His movements are slow as he moves down my body, his mouth caressing my jaw and neck. My hard nipples are clearly visible through the thin shirt I’m wearing since I don’t have to worry about being cold with the fire he’s had going in the living room. When he pulls one of my stiff peaks into his mouth through my shirt, my back arches and my moan fills the room.

“That’s it, Beautiful,” he grits out through his teeth like he’s barely holding himself back, “let me hear you.

As he bites down on my nipple, my vision goes hazy, and my fingers dive into his dark hair. I’m not sure if I want to push him away or hold him closer to my body at this point. The pleasure is good; too good.

When he pops off my breast and dives toward the other one, bliss like I’ve ever experienced before has my pussy flooding while I squirm underneath the weight of him. He’s all teeth and sensual caresses, his hands moving over my body until his fingers hook into the waistband of my leggings.

The feral sound that comes from the back of his throat as he abandons my nipple and slides down between my legs has my thighs falling open. “Fuck,” he rasps, “no panties, Fallon? What a good fucking girl,” he purrs.

Yeah, that’s it. I’ve died. I wasn’t in a hotel room the other night and those men killed me instead of causing me to run. None of this is happening and it’s all just my own personal version of heaven.

But when Hutch slides his tongue between my pussy lips, I know I’m wrong. This is real. Very fucking real.

Before I can take a breath, the taste he has allowed himself is clearly not enough. The way he covers my pussy with his mouth and the sounds he’s making as he devours me can’t be denied. Nor can the way I feel his devotion.

It’s in every swipe of his tongue, every scrape of his teeth against my tender flesh, every grunt of approval of my taste that falls from his lips.

“Hutch,” I moan, moving my hips against his mouth, needing more, begging for it with my body.

“That’s right,” he eggs me on, “take your pleasure. You’re fucking stunning, Fallon.”

I look down the length of my half-naked form and our eyes locked. There is something in his gaze I’m not ready to face, not ready to name, but I see it. I see him.

Even the pain he tries to hide. Even the need he has to keep himself isolated while still feeling useful. Even the way he wants to wrap me up in safety and never let me go.

When he sucks my clit into his mouth, I’m done. Stars dance in my vision as the coil in my gut tightens and tightens until I’m sure I can’t take it anymore.

I can hear his demand even though he never says a word.

“Give it to me. Come.”

“Yes,” I gasp that coil releasing as my thighs shake and warmth ripples out from the depth of my soul, overtaking my body and lapping against a pleasure I’ve never experienced before.

“Good girl,” his words of praise are muffled against my drenched skin, but I feel them just as clearly as I hear them.

My limbs feel heavy as I the last of my orgasm starts to fade. And Hutch is right there, helping me down until my toes almost touch the ground again.

When he’s hovering above me, my eyes snap open and I can’t do anything other than stare up into his hazel orbs. They sparkle with lust and amusement, which I know, somehow, isn’t a feeling this man is used to experiencing.

How strange.

Hutch’s lips descend upon mine and I can taste myself on his skin. It’s a heady combination, one that reignites a hunger foreign to me until meeting him.

“Dinner first, Beautiful,” he admonishes gently as if he can read my mind.

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