Page 78 of My Secret to Protect

‘I know.’

‘But they don’t, and they will, and when they do, they’re going to doubt that I’m right for you.’

Oh. That’s what this is about. He feels like he needs to prove himself worthy.

‘Youareright for me. Anybody can see that. They already see that. Your past doesn’t change that. My dad did bad things, you know that more than any of us. We don’t know all the details of that, but we know he was in the club and that he got out, and I know he didn’t just walk away one day because he decided to.’

‘But I…’

‘You are a good man. You’remyman, and that is all I care about.’ His eyes flare at that, and I smile. ‘You like me calling youmy man?’

‘Yeah, pix, I do.’

‘Good, because I don’t plan on stopping. Now, are you going to take me to bed or what?’

Stepping back, Arlo lets his attention drop, taking in my appearance. I wore a cute off-the-shoulder black skater-style dress tonight, and I know he likes it. I knew he liked it when he was reluctant to let us leave earlier and every time he looked at me all night, but now, as his heated gaze falls to my bare, parted thighs as I sit on the counter, I know he loves it.

‘Nah, I don’t think I will.’

Arlo’s large hands come to the tops of my thighs. The roughness of the hands used to years of manual labor against my soft skin makes me shiver, and he smirks at the reaction and slides his hands up and under the fabric of my dress.

‘I’m going give you a choice,’ he says as his hands reach my hips, and I squirm, waiting for him to touch me the way I need. ‘Do you want to tell me what you want, or shall I give you what you need?’

Fuck. His words twist my stomach because he knows. Nobody has ever known what I need the way Arlo does, and I never let anybody take control before him.

‘What I need,’ I say, then swallow, feeling the arousal that rushes around my body as I relinquish all power to him. ‘Give me what I need, please.’

‘Good.’ He grins, and it sets me alight. Arlo has different smiles: fun, happy, sarcastic, but this one, this is pure sex, and it will end me, I’m sure of it.

His hands come to the zip at the back of my dress, and he lowers it, pulling the fabric forward so my breasts are exposed to him. I didn’t wear a bra tonight because the cut of the dress doesn’t allow for it, and his happiness at the discovery shows.

‘Your tits are fuckin’ perfect.’

At his words, my nipples harden, and his mouth curves up. One hand reaches up to massage my breast as his mouth lowers to the other, and my head falls back. The sensation of my hair tickling the heated skin of my back is almost too much as pleasure from his mouth and fingers makes me tingle all over. I arch my back to silently ask for more, and he stops.

‘I’m going to give you what you need.’ He licks up the valley between my breasts to the hollow of my throat, then holds his face above mine as he gathers up my hair in his hand and grips, holding me there so I can’t move, as his other hand roughly pulls my legs wider apart. ‘You’re mine, right?’

‘Yes.’ My voice is hoarse, breathless, and Arlo tugs at the waistband of my panties until I feel the snap of the elastic followed by the tear of the lace, and he pulls the wrecked fabric from under me.

‘This,’ his fingertips move through my wetness, and I exhale shakily, ‘pretty, little pussy, is mine, yes?’

‘Yes, Arlo, all yours.’

Releasing my hair, he presses his hand gently on the middle of my chest until I collapse back against the countertop, my head hanging over the other side as he presses his thumb over my clit and pushes one large finger into me. I moan at the sensation and bend my knees, bringing them up toward my chest and making him release a noise that sounds a lot like a growl as he takes his hand away, and I raise my head to look up at him.

‘Let go, Bree,’ he says sternly, and I bite my lip. ‘Stop trying to control this.’

Nodding, I start to drop my head back, but he takes my wrists and pulls me up to sitting instead, then lowers me to standing, and I gaze up at him. Arlo pushes my dress over my hips and lets it drop, then lifts my chin with his hand.

‘We’re going to go upstairs,’ he says, holding my eyes with his. ‘You’re going to let go and let me take care of you.’ Nodding, I give him what he wants, and he smiles. ‘Go on, I want to watch you walk ahead of me.’

Baby, The Wheel Is Yours

Bree

Goodlord,thisman.

I walk, some extra swing in my hips, as naked as the day I was born, up to the bedroom, my body buzzing with anticipation. Arlo has effortless sex appeal. It oozes out of him. I find him sexy when he’s training Beans, cooking, reading, even fucking sleeping, but when he’s like this, when he turns it on, it’s like a curtain lifts, and he’s almost too much. It’s almost unbearable, but I know giving in to him will always be the greatest experience.

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