Page 18 of Savage Protector

“Jesus.” When she finally faced him he wanted to drop to his knees and thank fuck he found her on that pier. He didn’t deserve such a gift, but that wasn’t about to stop him from taking her again anyways. And then again and again, because he couldn’t picture a moment when he would no longer want to get inside her.

“What’s wrong?” She turned and wrapped her arms across her chest. “I’m sorry.” She grabbed her dress from the floor and used it to hide from him.

“What the hell, Princess?”

“I’m sorry if you’re disappointed. Maybe if you have a T-shirt I can borrow I can cover up until I can get some new clothes.”

He didn’t understand the nonsense coming out of her mouth. “Why the hell would I want to cover that up?” He waved his knife up and down to emphasize his point about her body when he realized it looked more like he was waving a weapon at her than a tool.

“You aren’t the first person who was disappointed in how I look in my underwear.”

His jaw hardened the minute the words were out of her mouth. “I think you’ve mistaken my reaction, babe. What I saw was so fucking hot I needed a moment to recover.”

This time her mouth dropped open.

He slid the knife onto the nightstand and stalked closer to her. “Look at my dick.” He grabbed his shit through his jeans. “You think I get this hard if I don’t like what I see?”

She shrugged, a slight smirk tilting her lips. “I don’t know. We just met.”

He tucked his finger under her chin and lifted until their gazes met. “I just had you and already I’m dying for you again. That don’t happen with just anyone. You are shit hot and anyone who disagrees with me is a fucking idiot.”

This close he watched her eyes dilate as she sucked her bottom lip between her teeth.

“I’m already thinking of at least fifty ways I’d like to fuck you. The desk, the shower, the bed, your ass, between your tits… The list goes on. Any of that sound good to you or do you still want to borrow a shirt?”

Apparently speechless, she shook her head.

“That’s better. Now that we got that settled you gotta make yourself at home for a few minutes. I gotta go out.”

“Go out?”

His voice softened. “Yeah, babe. If we’re going to get started on those fifty different ways to fuck, I’m going to need some condoms. I only had the one in my wallet.”

“Ohhh.” Her mouth formed a perfect little O and it took a tremendous amount of restraint on his part not to push his dick through it.

Houston backed away before he did something she couldn’t handle. Along with the possessiveness she awakened, he was beginning to feel like an animal that wanted to stake some sort of a claim. Apparently the idea that someone had previously objected to the way she looked was fucking with his head.

A run for condoms was the perfect excuse for him to restore his clarity and control.

“Make yourself at home. The shower’s in there.” He pointed to the door on the other side of the bed. “And a room service menu is by the phone. Why don’t you order us something? I think we’re going to need it to keep our strength up.”

“Okay.”

“I’m taking this with me.” He grabbed the ruined wedding dress from her hands before she could object and crumpled it into as small a ball as he could. With a sense of triumph over the stunned look on her face, he turned and left the room before he lost all sense and insisted on riding her bareback.

Jesus fuck, he was losing it.

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