Page 19 of Savage Protector

Chapter Eight

Izzy

After Houston left, I sat down heavily on the bed and cradled my head. At this point I wasn’t sure which one of us was crazy. Me for sleeping with a stranger or him for picking up a woman in a wedding dress? Maybe both.

As I glanced around the room, a tight pang of unease clutched in my stomach. I wrapped my arms around myself. The fear of the unknown grabbed hold and threatened to drown me. I’d made the right decision to flee, but beyond tonight I had no idea what my future looked like.

A sigh pushed past my lips. I needed a freaking chill pill.

I only hoped a shower would give me a sense of clarity and some freedom from thoughts of my old life. I shuddered to think of where that dress would end up. Although I had no business feeling guilt over it. That overpriced and overdone gown represented everything tainted about my life.

Houston, on the other hand…

Everything about the way that man looked at me made my body tremble with need. I could still feel his hands on my skin and the slide of his cock sinking into me. A quick shiver worked through me.

But in the back of my mind, where my self preservation resided, a sense of dread still loomed.

Fortunately, my stomach rumbled, forcing me to temporarily push away my fears. Okay, first I’d order some food and then get cleaned up. It wasn’t necessary to figure out every detail of my future right this minute.

Hopefully by the time Houston returned from his condom run, dinner would be here and I could take a few minutes to ask him more than his first name before I tripped and fell on his cock again.

I was still smiling ten minutes later with the hot water sluicing over me and it felt great. Letting Houston get rid of my dress had been the perfect metaphor for change, as was the lingerie sitting at the bottom of his trash can. Out with the old and in with the new.

So what if I didn’t know exactly what my future held. I had walked into an interesting opportunity and I deserved to enjoy this brief time with my badass. Tomorrow I could start sorting out what came next.

The longer I stood there scrubbing my body, I began to realize what thoughts of Houston did to my libido. My nipples were puckered tight and the slickness between my thighs had less to do with the shower and more to do with my heated thoughts.

I imagined my hot badass reaching between my legs and rubbing a finger across my clit. It would be so easy to…

It started with a quick graze of my fingers across my nipples, sending a hard shudder down my spine. I moaned into the spray of water. Maybe just a little more.

I shouldn’t need this after how hard he made me come. But he’d crashed down my gate and now I couldn’t stop thinking about more.

I slid my hand down my stomach, towards the aching spot that wanted my attention, I—

“Don’t you dare.”

My eyes flew open at the gruff command. My badass stood outside the glass shower watching me. His hands were already reaching for the hem of his shirt. With wide eyes and plenty of curiosity I watched him undress until he stood in front of me with nothing on but a pair of silver dog tags hanging around his neck.

So my badass was in the military. Interesting. Although that didn’t interest me nearly as much as the rest of him.

Holy shit.

He was so gorgeous I forgot all about touching myself. Instead I wanted to rake my hands down his chest and touch—

Holy shit again.

I knew it was big, I'd seen a glimpse of it on the rooftop, felt every glorious inch pumping inside me. Somehow that did not compare with the whole package that stood before my eyes. Acres of beautiful skin covered in a variety of tattoos and scars that I longed to examine one by one. But say what you will, it was his cock that captured my attention. Long, hard and thick with a glistening drop of fluid on the end.

“Seriously?” I said, unable to take my eyes off of it. Whatever was going on in my body before was nothing compared to the blood roaring, clit aching sensations rushing through me now. My knees even went a little weak.

He stepped into the shower and forced me back against the wall to give him room. “I am not entirely sure what you are referring to, Princess, but I can’t believe I found you touching yourself.”

“I couldn’t help it. I kept thinking about us out on the roof.” I tentatively reached for his chest, aching to touch him. My eyes slid closed when my fingers connected to the heat of his skin as a fresh wave of desire flooded through me.

“You and me both. I’m sure the clerk at the store is wondering why I bought so many condoms.”

“Wha—” I literally choked on my response, unable to finish because his hand cupped my left breast.

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