Page 22 of Snowed in with My Protector

I lean into him, needing his strength. The moment my forehead rests against his chest, warmth starts to spread through my body.

He’s got me.

There’s no way he’ll let me fall.

“I’m scared,” my voice is thick, the words difficult to push past my lips.

I don’t want to be afraid. It’s exhausting and it feels like this situation I’m in is so much bigger than me. So much has been taken out of my hands even though the decisions I made, the road I chose, is what led me to here.

I’m used to having control and being in charge of my world. After my education and experience, while there were things I couldn’t predict or control in the lab, there was an order to it. I could understand that work and I didn’t feel like I was spiraling through life.

Ever since I saw the file on Dr. Hamilton’s computer, everything has been out of whack. There is only one place where I’ve felt centered. The way he’s holding me filters through my fear. The strength of him against my body is the only thing that makes any sense to me in this entire situation.

A touchstone.

A grounding force.

“There are you, Beautiful,” there’s a note of praise in his voice which causes a shiver to run up my spine. His eyes turn harder, but I know it’s not because of me but whatever is on his mind. “It’s okay to be scared. You should,” he emphasizes the word, “be scared. You’re entire life has been turned on its head.”

I nod against his chest. The bite of pain as Hutch’s fingers thread through my hair and pulls until I’m looking up into his eyes has me swallowing down a moan. The ghost of a smirk on my man’s face tells me he knows exactly what he does to me.

“I’ll go back over how to shoot the moment the snow starts to melt,” he promises.

“I’d like that.” I swallow hard and flatten my hands on Hutch’s chest. “Knowing how to shoot does make me feel safer and more in control.”

“You also look sexy as fuck while shooting a gun,” Hutch teases, but the heat in his eyes tells me that he’s only partially joking.

My thighs clench together, and I’m tempted to climb the man in front of me. I want him inside of me right now. He can make me fly in clouds tipped in pleasure and I want to experience that now.

Hutch makes a humming sound before he reaches down and grips the hem of the top I’m wearing. This one isn’t one of mine. Even though his Hutch’s henley is huge on me, it’s one of the most comfortable things I’ve put on.

This morning, when I walked out of the room we’ve been sharing, the room I desperately want to be ours, Hutch’s eyes turned molten. I could practically taste his desire in the air as his gaze roamed over me.

Fuck, the way this man makes me feel like a goddess takes my breath away.

When I raise my arms, Hutch groans softly and strips his shirt off me. My leggings are stripped away just as quickly. After reaching for him, my hands are shaking, and I fumble undoing his belt.

He pushes my hands away, his lip curling ferally and making me feel like my man’s prey again. I’m standing in front of him naked and there’s something incredibly hot for him to be clothed still. It feels naughty.

Hutch pushes down his pants just far enough for his cock to spring free before he sits down on the futon. His large hands grip my hips and pull me toward him. The way he lifts me easily and then positions me until I’m astride his lap has my pussy dripping.

I’m so turned on by the way Hutch manhandles me. It’s like he can’t help himself. It’s such a contrast with the gentle touchhe uses the rest of the time. My man on the edge of his control is a sight to behold.

Hutch’s hazel eyes are glued to where my pussy is hovering above the head of his cock, one of his hand gripping my hip and the other wrapped around his shaft to hold himself in the perfect position. My body is screaming out, desperate, to feel the stretch of him inside of me.

It’s exquisite.

This? It’s torture.

“Hutch,” I rasp, my words punctuated by gasping breaths and needy moans, “please. I need you inside of me. You make me feel safe and desired. Need it. Fuck, I need you.”

His attention snaps up from where we are almost joined, but not and his eyes bore into mine as he yanks me downward. I go from feeling too fucking empty to being filled so completely. The quick change has my head spinning in the most delicious of ways.

“Oh yes,” I hiss, my hands coming up to grip Hutch’s shoulders.

He cups one of my breasts with such reverence that I tip my head back and close my eyes. Then I start to move up and down his length, savoring how good it feels. How right.

As I move up and down, I swivel my hips one direction and then the other, settling into a pattern of a figure eight while I fuck myself harder and faster. It’s not nearly enough and I know I won’t be able to keep it up.

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