Page 34 of Protected By West
"Oh god."
He smiled.
She felt it.
And she was beyond desperate for more.
Maybe it was just the anticipation. Or maybe it was that they were both leaving for San Antonio the next day, it felt like there was a ticking time clock in the background.
He lifted his head and met her wide eyes.
"You're thinking too much up there." He narrowed his eyes and for some reason the little crinkles at the corner had her hotter and wetter than she'd been moments before.
The man was just... everything.
"I can't help it." She reached her hands up and slid her fingers through his hair. It as soft as silk against her skin. "What is it with guys?"
He frowned and shook his head. "What?"
She repeated the gesture again and then fisted her hands in his hair, dragging him back up her body. When he was face to face with her, she brought his head down for a kiss before pulling him back. "I bet you use regular soap and it still comes out this silky soft. Men suck."
As the words left her lips she saw the look in his eyes change from confused to something between playful and hot.
"I guess you'll have to see if you're right or wrong."
He moved so fast, he turned and sat on the edge of the bed.
Tracy knew he was strong, but hadn't expected him to be able to lift her like he did and sat her down on his lap.
She didn't feel the bed against her knees as much as he felt his thighs under hers and his... and his...
She grabbed at his shoulders and sank down against him.
"There should be a law..." She groaned as she ground against him. Even with her panties and his boxer briefs between them, it felt like heaven.
He put his hands on her hips, gripping them like he didn't want to let go. Leaning in, he kissed the side of her neck and then again about an inch lower. "Hmm?"
Her nipples that had already pebbled felt the pull of her cotton bra as her back arched and her hands pressed against his chest.
Everything felt more sensitive with her skin against his.
He lifted his lips from her skin when he reached the start of her shoulder. "What kind of law are you talking about?"
She groaned and then sucked in a breath as he opened his mouth and lightly bit into her shoulder. "Keep doing that and thoughts..."
He swept his tongue along her skin and only made the sting a little more sweet. "Thoughts?"
"Why are you torturing me?"
"Torture?" She heard his laugh and felt it through her palms. "I thought we were going to have sex."
She frowned for a moment.
'Don't overthink it,' she ordered herself. That wasn't the point of this.
When did sex ever have a point?
As his hands skimmed her skin to find the hooks of her bra against her spine, she closed her eyes and enjoyed the feel of him touching her. When the hooks came apart and the straps of her bra loosened against her shoulders, the cups fell away from breasts and the cool air in the room had only a moment to touch her skin before his hands slipped under her thighs and lifted her up so he could put his mouth on her.
