Page 100 of The Heart We Guard
“I can’t decide if that makes me feel better or not.”
Butcher runs his thumb over my lower lip. “You wanted to know. And I was honest.”
“I suppose you get points for that.”
His grin is contagious. “See how quickly I can learn? It didn’t take years, after all.”
I bite his thumb. “I’ll wait until it becomes a trend before I get too excited.”
He slips his hands beneath the hem of the flannel shirt I borrowed. “How do you feel about coming to bed with me and welcoming me home with your body?”
“I think I’d like that.”
His cold hands slide up my torso until his thumbs brush across my nipples. “Good.”
His tongue, when it meets mine, sends a shiver through my body. It’s a surprise to find how quickly my body can become aroused.
Bodily, he nudges me back to the wall of his cabin and I feel pinned in as his large frame dominates mine. Surely, it should make me nervous to be so overwhelmed by someone else so in my space, yet all it does is throw fuel on the fire of my arousal.
“I like my shirt on you, Doc.”
I cup his cheeks and kiss him. “It was cold. Figured I’d wear something warm. But every now and then, the scent of it has made me think of you.”
His eyes are dark, his gaze steady as his hand drops to the button of my jeans and undoes it. “You telling me I’ve been on your mind today.”
I smile against his lips. “I am.”
“Fuck. Love the idea of that.” He slips his hand inside my panties, his finger brushing over my clit, just dipping inside my lips. “God, you’re already wet.”
I roll my hips against his hand and try to open my legs a little wider, desperate for his touch.
“Are you gonna let me fuck you with my fingers out here on the porch?” he asks.
“Yes. Please.” I hear the unspoken begging in my voice.
Butcher bites my neck. “Good girl.”
I want to strip out of my jeans and open my legs wider. I want to move. But none of those things are possible with the way Butcher positions his body against mine. Pinning me in place while he controls everything else.
Everything centers on the way one finger, then a second, touch me. Butcher’s lips move over my neck, behind my ear, along my jaw.
“Love how fucking warm and tight your pussy is, Doc,” he says. “Love the way your hips are straining against me to move.”
The scent of him, the warmth of him, the way his words caress me, leaves me desperate for more.
“Please,” I beg. And in response, Butcher changes his pace and pressure. “Oh, God.”
“Yeah. I wanna hear you come, Greer. No one else here but you and me. I want to know how good I make you feel.”
I’m so close, my clit aches like a heartbeat. A steady thud that builds and builds until I come apart as I drop my head onto his shoulder.
“Ah!” I cry at the intensity of it. My legs shake, and my knees almost buckle. “Nolan.”
Wave after wave of the most intense pleasure washes over me. And even after the first expansive explosion, aftershocks run through me.
“Fuck, you’re hot when you come,” Butcher says. His voice is low and gruff in my ear.
He cups my jaw and kisses me, firm and slow, until I’m gasping all over again. Then, lifts me into his arms without zipping my jeans, and carries me to the door.
