Page 25 of Protected By the Surly Carpenter

“Actually…” I set the box aside and grab the bottom of his t-shirt. “I was thinking about taking thingsoff.”

Wow, Clark moves fast for such a big guy.

He yanks his t-shirt off, then does the same to mine. My tank top hits the floor, and I gasp as he lunges for my breasts, nuzzling and sucking my nipples as he quickly removes my jeans.

Once I’m naked and sprawled on the couch, he stands up, pushing the coffee table out of the way. “Mine.” His seductive smile does nothing to soften the fiercely possessive look in his eyes. He peels off his jeans slowly, still staring at me, drinking me in.

“Yes. Yours,” I whisper.

My gaze drops from his face to admire every firm, sculpted inch of him. My mouth falls open when I notice how hard he is. His cock is literally pulsing, the tip slightly red.

His earthy scent wraps around me as he drops to his knees, clutching me to him as he kisses me. There’s something different this time. He’s even hungrier for me. As if…

As if he’s going all-in now that he knows I’m staying.

His mouth devours my gasps and moans as his hand plunges between my legs, his fingers lightly exploring my pussy. With his tongue in my mouth and his heat all around me, my body responds fast. In less than a minute, I’m wet.

Two thick fingers fill me snugly as his thumb lands against my clit. We haven’t been together long, but he already knows how to push that button exactly the way I like it. Stroking in light, slow circles, his touch is electrifying.

“So sexy,” he murmurs against my mouth, the aggression in his kiss not letting up.

I’m so turned on by his fire that my bare skin prickles all over with goosebumps. I can’t stop shifting my arms, my hips, squirming as my hands roam all over his skin. A now-familiar pressure begins to gather in my core, letting me know that I’m moments away from a climax. Clark growls, shifting me so that I’m sitting upright on the couch, knees wide apart. He dives into my pussy, sucking and licking, his beard brushing roughly against my inner thighs.

If anyone else on the planet made me feel so fragile and helpless under a wave of sensation this intense, I would probably freak out. But because I trust Clark so completely I’m able to relax and let him do whatever he wants to me.

A wicked grin overtakes his eyes as he groans, making his tongue vibrate against me. The climax rockets through me with thousands of sparks igniting every nerve. Crying out his name,my fingers rake through his hair as I clutch at him, holding on for dear life as I shake wildly.

My body is still singing as he pulls me carefully to the floor, laying me out on the thick carpet in front of the fireplace, making me feel like I’m right where I’m supposed to be. Every time we’re naked together, the huge bulk of his body compared to mine makes me feel so protected.

His knee nudges my legs wide as he settles into place, the heavy, warm weight of his hard cock against my mound. “Say it again,” he rasps, his eyes blazing.

“Say what?” I ask innocently, fluttering my lashes up at him. He growls, his length slipping down to brush against me. “That I’m staying?”

“And.”

“And that I like your town?”

“And.”

His teeth scrape carefully along the side of my throat as I laugh. Then he looks into my eyes again, and I give him what I know he’s been needing for so long.

“I love you.”

15

CLARK

Until I met Elena, I had no idea sex could be so emotional. But I feel it to the very core of my heart as I stroke her cheek.

"I love you," I whisper softly as the tip of my cock glides inside her. "You're part of me now, baby. We belong together. Forever."

She nods with a soft gasp as I fill her completely. The pressure is intense, since she's so tight, but she's also slick enough that after just a few strokes, I'm able to move more freely.

Her delicate fingers grip a fistful of my hair as her face tucks against my collarbone for a moment while I pump slow and deep.

"Never thought I'd find a woman at all, much less a goddess like you," I growl, clutching her to me. I love the feeling of her soft breasts rubbing against my chest. Her head tips back as she stares at me, her eyes filled with love. "Going to work hard every single day to deserve you, beautiful."

She tugs gently on my hair, making me grin. "You don't need to work for me. You've already got me. Dare I say, you’re stuck with me."

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