Page 79 of His to Protect

“Trina?” I asked, bracing my weight on one elbow and running my other hand through her hair. “What do you like?”

“I don’t…” She blinked again and looked away from me. I took my hand from her hair and pressed it against her cheek.

“Don’t look away from me,” I whispered, fighting the anger boiling in my veins all over again.

“I don’t know what I like because no one’s ever taken the time to let me explore.”

My head fell until my lips brushed against her chest, just above her breasts. I stayed there, brushing my lips against her skin, grazing on the curves of her flesh.

Her hands slid over my head until her fingertips dug into my shoulders, getting my attention.

“I know that I want to explore you.”

Her heart rate increased as she spoke and I lifted my head.

“You will. What else?”

Her lips rolled together. “I like to be on top. I had never done that before Chicago.”

My hips rolled into hers on their own accord.

Fuck. Me. This woman was going to kill me.

She looked so sweet. So innocent.

So perfectly made for me.

“You want to be in control?” I asked, already sliding down her body, dragging my lips over the skin between her breasts. “That’s usually my role in the bedroom.”

“I don’t have to,” she said, and let out a breathy moan when I kissed her belly button.

“What else do you want to do?”

My hands slid down her hips, feeling her everywhere. She was so soft, yet firm. Blood rushed to my head while I thought of all the ways I wanted to use her body.

She was silent for a moment—too many moments—and I looked up at her again to see her worrying her lip between her teeth.

My arousal increased. “You know you’re safe in this room with me, right?” She nodded and let go of her lip. I crawled back up her body until I was aligned with her again. “Then what is it you want?”

“I’ve never…” She swallowed and exhaled. “I want to taste you.”

“Fuck,” I groaned and squeezed my eyes closed.

I didn’t think there was anything a man could like in the world more than a blowjob. One done by any woman was good enough to get off quickly. One done by a woman who might not have the most finesse, but had the most desire and energy was sometimes more incredible than good sex.

I rolled off her, and brought her with me. She gasped in surprise and then straddled me. My hands wrapped around her back, and I slid one hand up to her neck and pulled her against me.

“You taste me,” I said, our lips almost brushing against each other’s. “Then you ride me.”

Her eyes lit up with excitement and I pushed my head back into the pillow, letting out another groan. I didn’t give her time to think of an excuse not to, or a reason why I might not have wanted this.

I pulled her toward me and pressed her mouth against mine, sliding my tongue inside her mouth, and rocking into her to show her that the idea of her having her way with me was the biggest damn turn-on I’d ever felt.

Then I lay still while she explored my body.

Her lips brushed against my skin, following the trails and dips of my abs. She pressed her soft lips down the length of my arms before tasting me right above my hip bones.

With every brush of her lips against me, my skin burned until I thought it would combust.

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