Page 42 of Shield and Savior

Warmth radiates from her center. Hooking my finger around the string of her thong, I pull down the only barrier between us. She groans again as my fingers slide into her slick center. “Oh god.”

My thumb circles her clit. “Is the cake that good?”

“Uh-huh,” she moans, “the icing has chocolate chips.” Her body tenses as I slide my finger back to her clit then inside her again. Shit she’s so wet and tight. Her body shivers as my finger continues to pump. Between bites she gasps.

“I…I…” she starts.

“You okay?” I ask as she nods violently.

“Um, should I save you some?”

Holy fuck, she’s adorable. “I’m good,” I say as I flatten my tongue against her clit. She cries out. I need her to say it again. My cock is so fucking hard I feel like a teenager. It’s been far too long since I’ve gone down on a woman, and everything about this feels damn near euphoric. She grinds her pussy against my mouth, her knees press against my shoulders. One of her slippers falls off.

“Oh god, yes,” she cries in pleasure. “There.” I focus my attention on the spot she reacts to the most as her body starts to quiver. When I slide a second finger inside, her voice becomes raspy and high-pitched. “Yes, Lance.”

Good, it is me and not the cake. For a second, I had my doubts. I put one hand on her stomach, holding her down while my fingers curl upward, and my mouth sucks on her hard bud. Her breathing and cries become frantic. “Yes. Yes. Lance!” She cries my name as her body breaks around me.

I continue to lap up her excitement as she comes down from her orgasm. Her eyes are all dreamy, she flushes, and a drunken smile plays on her lips. She points to the plastic container next to her. “I saved you some.”

Kissing her, I taste her and chocolate. Hmm, that is good. She dips her fork into the cake and feeds it to me. Fuck, I am a sucker for sweets. Maybe it’s the consideration. Maybe it’s because she’s taking care of me when I want to only focus on her. But my stomach flips, and it has nothing to do with the food.

“Maybe this could be our thing,” she says as she takes another bite of the cake.

“Our thing?”

She nods. “Sure. Going down on each other while the other eats their favorite food.”

I can’t help but laugh. “I see flaws in your plan.”

“You do?” Her lower lip juts out in a pout. “What’s your favorite food?”

“Spicy chicken wings. Sauce will definitely get in your hair. And I’m sure you don’t want any follow-up activities with hot sauce on my fingers.”

She winces back, her eyes wide in horror. “Yeah, I see the problem now.” She lays back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling.

“But I love the enthusiasm.” Crawling up next to her, I pull her into my arms, enjoying how perfectly she fits there. I have two thoughts, as I cuddle her. It’s fun being around her. It’s not lust, or desire, or even intense feelings. Izzy is fun, and I like being around her. She could be the best thing that’s ever happened to me.

Or this could destroy everything I’ve worked so hard to build.

ChapterTwenty-One

Lance

My heart stops beating, dislodges from its chest cavity and crawls up my throat. Code 754 flashes on my phone. I hear Alana stumble out of her bed, crash into her nightstand, and expel a barrage of expletives ending with “fuck my life.”

If it was any other code, I would be fine. Agitated, but reasonable in my response efforts. But 7 is for Mafia, 5 is for Izzy, and 4 is for Hostile.

Izzy’s in trouble.

Fuck! I knew I shouldn’t have left her last night.

After I took her back home, we stood in the kitchen for a few minutes while Specs ran to his car for a few things. When I pinned her against the counter, she threw her arms over my shoulders and whispered, “Stay.”

A request.

A wish.

But I stepped away, letting cold air fill the space between us. “Not tonight. But I’ll be here Monday night.”

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