Page 34 of His Reluctant Savior

He sighed, dropped his hands, and looked away. “I shouldn’t be here…”

“But you want to be.”

Dalton looked back up atme. “I don’t know.”

My hand went to his throat, but I didn’t squeeze. It was just to gently control him. “If you stay, you’re mine.”

“If I don’t?”

“I will still protect you with all I have. But know that if you choose to stay, I’ll want more.”

God, what the hell was I doing? It was definitely a distraction. A dangerous one. I shouldn’t have been fucking around with my old bully turned killer and savior, but I was touch starved. Okay, that wasn’t quite true. Sid and I had shared a connection so long ago, and that connection had just been set on fire.

A lot had to do with me missing being with a man. I didn’t realize how much so until he kissed me and pulled an orgasm out of me. Between grieving, working, and trying to raise a child alone, it had been three years since any man had touchedme. My few attempts at dating failed when they learned I was a father, so I didn’t try all that hard.

When I headed into Sid’s bedroom while he showered, I told myself we could mess around and it was only for fun, just as Savannah suggested. Nothing serious would come of this, but after talking with him, I knew he wouldn’t make any of this easy. Sid had always been intense and imposing, which hadn’t changed even now that we were in our mid-forties.

Instead of messing around again, Sid pulled on a T-shirt and underwear before getting into bed. I stood there, unsure of what to do, until he held out his arm, so I slid into the bed next to him. He covered us up with the sheet and comforter and pulled me close.

“Just so you know, I’m not used to holding anyone in bed like this, but I like that you’re my first snuggle,” he said. “Also, if I snore, I apologize in advance.”

Despite my conflicting mind, I rolled onto my side, pressed my body against his, and rested my hand on his chest. I inhaled hints of amber as I settled in, smiling.

“Forgiven. I haven’t held anyone like this in years, either,” I admitted.

“Tell me about him.”

“Who? Matthew?”

“Who else? I bet he was a saint, unlike me.”

I huffed a quiet laugh and settled in. “He was. Matt was… beautiful, inside and out. He had a kind, gentle soul. He had strawberry-blond hair and was covered in delicious freckles. His eyes were hazel brown. Owen is his mirror image. Matt taught kindergarten, so he was made to raise kids. Hewas so patient, even when I had cases I worked on that didn’t bring me home until late into the night.”

“Where did you two meet?”

“Oh, it was nothing exciting. We met on a dating app, but we hit it off instantly. I’d been struggling to find someone who wasn’t a hookup, and I’d almost given up—until I met him.” I looked at Sid’s face, his eyes closed as he dragged delicate fingers across my back. “Why do you want to know, Sid? Your nature doesn’t seem like you’d be interested at all.”

“Don’t assume. I just want to see what I’m up against.”

I sat up and dropped my jaw. “This isn’t a game!”

His smile turned crooked. Sid sure had gotten cocky over the years. But then his smile dropped. “I’m just jealous. Not only because you had that, and I never did, but because he got to haveyou. Yet, I’m also glad you had someone who made you happy. I used to hate your happiness… was jealous of it. But that’s not me anymore.”

“I’ve got whiplash, Sid.”

He snorted a sleepy laugh. “You mean us?”

I nodded into his chest.

“I’m good at that. Yeah, it’s fast, even for me. I’m generally methodical and take my time. I have to, with what I do for a living. But seeing you again… I don’t want to waste a second. Who knows how long we have? Now, let’s get some sleep. We need it.”

My mind stirred, reluctantto wake up because I was having the best sex dream with Sid at the center of it. As my brain cleared,my eyes fluttered open to see it was still dark out, but it must have been close to dawn.

Then warm heat centered around my cock spread throughout my body. Soon, I noticed the slurping sounds. My cock was surrounded by warm wetness. The sudden pressure…

“Ungh…” I cried out.

I lifted my head to see Sid sucking the hell out of me. No wonder I was having a sex dream. I spread my legs, my underwear around my thighs, stretching and digging into my muscles as my fingers ran through his cropped hair. He had just enough length on the top that I could grab some strands and tug.

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