Page 11 of Protected By the Surly Carpenter

She laughs sweetly. “Actually, I was thinking I could make this into a dress. Or a nightgown.”

I didn’t think my cock could get any harder, but the image of Elena wearing nothing but one of my baggy t-shirts while slinking around the house strikes me with the force of a lightning bolt. Maybe it’s possessive, but I can’t help it.

“What do you normally sleep in?” I ask. “I could grab your duffel bag, or you could just borrow something of mine.”

She rolls onto her stomach, looking up at me and waving her foot in the air. “I’d like to see what you sleep in.”

I sigh heavily. “Like you’ve mentioned, I’m always warm. So I sleep naked. However, I’ll be a gentleman and keep my shorts on tonight, okay?”

Her eyes blaze, then she shakes her head. “No way. I wanna see this beast of a man in his natural habitat. Plus I want you to be comfortable.”

Does this girl realize how wild she’s driving me? I stand up to my full height, then unbutton my shirt, tossing it onto the chair.

Elena sits up, then peels off my blue shirt. She stands, her bottom lip wobbling. Then she slips off her jeans. The urge to grab her, to possess that lush, curvy, pale skin… Everything about this breathtaking woman is overwhelming.

“You’re so sexy,” I murmur. “I was going to be a good boy, but I might just need a little taste.” Gently stroking the gorgeous curve of her hip, my palm skims across the edge of her pale blue cotton panties. Then I slide up the edge of her lacy top, pausing for a moment. She lifts her arms, giving me the green light to pull it over her head. Her bra is soft blue as well, and her pale skin glows against it.

My hand scoops around her lower back, pulling her body against mine as we stand against the bed. A sense of anticipation runs through me as I think about what’s going to happen in this bed sometime soon. Maybe not tonight. Maybe not even this week. But soon.

The pressure of my cock trapped in my jeans is uncomfortable, but all that matters right now is Elena.

My head dips to capture her lips as she sighs softly against me. Her fingers travel slowly up my biceps to grip my shoulders as I cradle her back, pressing her perky breasts to my naked chest. The kiss deepens slowly, gradually, as we explore each other’s bodies. I learn little details like she’s extra sensitive along the ribs and that she loves stretching to rub her breasts against me a bit higher.

My hand dips lower, slipping to brush down her stomach and to the heat pooling between her thighs. Stroking through her panties, I can feel her shoulders tense, fingers tightening around my waist as she gasps.

Before I can consider pulling back, she moans, spreading her legs slightly in a clear invitation. My hand slips beneath the thin fabric, a wave of lust surging through me when I feel how wet she is.

“I think my sweet girl has been alone too long. I have, too. Please… I need to taste you, baby.”

Elena is already nodding eagerly as I lift her into the center of the bed and tuck a pillow under her head, fanning out her hair. I unhook her bra, tossing it on the chair. I unfasten my jeans just enough to release the pressure on my erection, then sit down beside her.

Those perky breasts fit into my palms perfectly as my rough skin coasts against her silky flesh. Her ragged half moans are driving me crazy. Tipping my head, I drag a nipple into my mouth, kissing and sucking until she quivers under me.

It feels like every moment of my life has been leading up to this as I drag my teeth across a nipple while pulling her panties down. She lifts her hips to help me, then giggles softly when I suck on the other one.

“It kind of tickles, but it feels so good,” she whispers.

I nudge her thighs apart, then kiss that perfect mouth again before staring deeply into her eyes. “I’ve been waiting for you for so long.”

Her pupils are huge as she stares up at me. “Really?”

“Yeah.” I shift until I’m lying on top of her, nudging her legs even wider with my knee. “I was waiting for you, gorgeous. For a sweet girl who looks past the whole surly loner thing.”

She messes up my hair. “Notsurly. Maybe a bit…grumpy. But I bet there’s a big, gooey center underneath your hard shell.”

“I’ve dreamed of you.” Moving slowly down, I kiss around her breasts and along her soft stomach. “Then you sashay into my town and start driving me crazy without even trying to.”

I kneel at the end of the bed, scooping under her legs to yank her toward me. Then I stare at the sweet perfection of her open, wet pussy. My cock surges, straining for release, but I ignore it. Tracing along her inner thighs, she shivers as my fingers roam from her knees to drift along the edge of her puffy outer lips.

Pulling her closer, my breath whispers across her skin. “Is this where you need me?”

She coughs softly, clearing her throat, trying to find her breath. “Yeah.”

I know that women usually like things to be gentle at first. My mind flips through everything I’ve ever heard, trying to remember every detail of what women want. Oh, right. Openness. Honest communication.

My index finger traces slowly through her wet opening, then upward to move in a slow, lazy circle around her clit. “I already know I want you to stay here, Elena.”

Her half-lidded eyes snap wide open, as she reaches out to stroke the top of my hair.

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