Page 72 of Protector

Every fiber of my being radiated with the thought. I would never feel safer in anyone’s arms but his. I lifted up onto my tiptoes and whispered against his lips, “A book doesn’t know me. I need my husband. No one else but you.”

“For fuck’s sake, Celia,” he growled, letting his fingers skim along my ribs. “You want me to stop, tell me now.”

I shook my head. “Please don’t stop.”

His hand came up to lightly rest against the base of my throat before he guided my back up against the tile. Teeth scraped against the sensitive flesh of my neck and moved down my chest as he lowered himself to his knees in front of me.

I brushed the wet hair off my forehead, looking down to watch as he moved to one of my breasts, teasing the nipple with his tongue before pinching it between his thumb and forefinger and guiding it into his mouth.

Pleasure flooded my body, and I arched my back with a moan, giving my body up to him in offering.

His free hand moved down to cup between my legs, and he released my nipple to ask, “Who’s in charge here, Celia?”

“Y-you,” I answered shakily, fighting to keep my legs underneath me.

Jamie moved away until he was crouched directly under the showerhead.

“Come back,” I begged, running my hands over my breasts. “Please.”

His nostrils flared, and he moved closer, trailing his fingers across my belly and down to trace the moisture on my lips. My body shuddered at the contact, and I ground shamelessly against his hand. His middle finger plunged inside me, and he slowly pumped it in and out before asking again. “Who’s in charge?”

My mind was beyond rational thought and only focused on relieving the ache between my thighs. “Y-you are. Don’t stop.”

Again, he pulled himself from my body and moved away. “Ain’t touchin’ you until you say it, Celia. Tell me who the fuck is in charge right now?”

I studied the intense expression on his face, and my lips parted in surprise. “Me?”

“Who’s in charge?” he demanded again.

“Me,” I repeated, stronger this time. “I’m in charge.”

He leaned in and licked my slit with a grin. “That’s my good girl. You’re in charge, princess. You want me to stop, I’ll stop.”

I shook my head, actively aware of my heart pounding out a steady rhythm in my chest. “I don’t want you to stop.”

“Thank Christ,” he muttered before thrusting his finger back inside my body. I sought to find something to hold onto along the tile before settling for his hair. My fists tightened around the newly shorn locks as he flicked his tongue across me, pushing me to the edge.

I just needed… “More,” I panted. “Please.”

He added another finger and lazily moved them both in and out of my body while fisting his shaft in the other hand. “What else do you need?”

“Your…” Black spots danced across my vision. “Mouth.”

“It’s all yours, darlin’.”

He sucked me in between his teeth, giving me just the right amount of pleasure and pain to send me over the edge with a loud cry. My hips bucked furiously against his face as I rode out my orgasm in a mix of moans and pants before blinking drowsily down at him.

A wide grin stretched across his face. “God, I missed your taste.”

I clenched my thighs around his fingers, aching to come again. “Please…”

He rocked back onto his heels. “What do you need?”

“I need your…” I stopped myself from saying it and pointed down where his shaft jutted up against his abdomen.

His eyes narrowed. “My what?”

“You,” I groaned, feeling my cheeks heat. “I need you.”

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