Page 27 of Snowed in with My Protector

His hazel eyes are wide as he stares at my hand. Then he takes a step. And another.

It’s only when he reaches for my hand, gripping it tightly in his own, that it feels like I can breathe again.

No words are needed as I reach for his body wash and clean the night away. The remnants of what he had to do, what I know he will always do, mix with the suds to slide down his body. They flow down the drain and away from here. From our peace. Our solitude.

I tip up on my tiptoes and pepper his face with kisses, anointing him with my love and my acceptance. Every kiss has him breathing deeper. As I move down his neck and over his jaw, my tongue laps at his skin, tasting him and the love he has for me.

My mouth trails over his chest and his hand shoot out to grip my hips, his fingers flexing on me and holding firm. “That’s right,” I murmur, “you can feel it.”

“You love me,” the awe in his voice as me smiling right over where his heart is pounding in his chest.

“I do,” I vow.

“I love you,” his own vow mixes with mine. He echoes me, “I do.”

I have to close my eyes at the sweetness of the feeling that washes over me. Complete. That’s what I am, and I’ve never been lucky enough to feel this before. It’s overwhelming, but perfect.

This is what I’ve been searching my entire life to find. I thought I could find it in a scent. In some way, I was right. But it’s not the scent of roses; it’s the scent of pine and Hutch.

A gasp falls from my lips as Hutch lifts me and presses me against the shower wall. The hard ridge of his cock nestles between my pussy lips. I’m grinding down against him, the sweetness of our love bleeding into a neediness that takes my breath away.

“I love you so fucking much, Fallon,” he grits out through clenched teeth. “From the moment you stepped out of that car, I knew. There was just one thing I couldn’t figure out.”

“What’s that?” I’m barely able to moan the question as the head of his cock finds my entrance and he starts to fill me.

“How to make you stay once the threat has passed,” he whispers, the words pained.

I want to tell him that he doesn’t have anything to worry about, but I don’t get the chance. Not when he thrusts into me and that excruciatingly beautiful stretch has me fighting for breath and sanity. He doesn’t give me time to adjust, not this time.

But I don’t want him to.

I just want him.

My nails dig into his shoulders, and he stares down at me, his hazel eyes intense and focused. Like he’s branding me from the inside out.

As my heart pounds inside my chest, I melt against my man and give myself over to him. There is victory in his eyes and it’s sexy as hell.

A warrior.

Snow driven and calculating.

His only purpose to keep me safe and protected.

How did I get so lucky? How could he even think I’d leave him? It’s an impossibility now.

Every one of Hutch’s thrusts is designed to give me pleasure and I’m spiraling up and up into the heavens. Closer. So much fucking closer.

“That’s it, Beautiful,” he growls. “You’re going to coat my cock in your arousal. I want to be covered in it.”

Fuck. The mouth on this man would be more than enough to tip me over the edge. But then add in the way the head of his cock keeps dragging over my g-spot? I’m not going to last long.

“Please,” I whimper, “don’t stop.”

The smile that curls his lips is sinister in the best of ways. “Never,” he snarls.

He fucks me faster and harder, my mind blanking on anything beyond the way the water rains down on our skin. Anointed. Reborn.

My protector. My love.

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