Page 15 of My Secret Protector
“You sleepin’ with her?” he asks in his usual gruff phone while sitting back in his large leather chair.
My knees bounce as I consider my response. Silver could see through anyone’s lies. That was his specialty. All of us had specialized in something in the military. His blue-grey eyes were scarily intent, and he made everyone in his presence squirm.
“I’m going to marry her,” I reply. That answer even surprises me, but once the words leave my mouth, they feel right.
He merely raises an eyebrow, and we continue our talk about her protection.
After business is taken care of, I take her back to my house. I look over at my girl as she takes in the interior of my house. It’s masculine and comfortable. The brown leather furniture isn’t fancy, but it does the job. The only pictures around are of me and my buddies. I suddenly feel nervous.What if she doesn’t like it? What if she can’t see herself at home here?I was only at the compound a few months out of the year, but it’s still home. Or at least the closest to it that I have.
A small smile curves her mouth. “I love it. It looks like you.”
My shoulders relax. “Let’s get you settled. I’ve got an extra bedroom if you want it.”
She blushes and those blue eyes of hers twinkle with a mischievous glimmer. “I don’t.”
Immediately, my cock is at attention.This girl.
Chapter Nineteen
Sometimes it takes almost losing someone for you to realize how important they are to you. -Flora
His house looks exactly like him. Masculine, clean, and endearing. There are very few pictures, but I can tell the ones that are around him are of the people he cares for most. I pick up one of the pictures from the mantle. It’s one of him and a couple of other military guys with their arms thrown around each other. His smile in it is youthful and buoyant. I trace that sweet smile with my finger.
“That was a long time ago,” he says, and I turn.
“You were very handsome. And I love that smile. You don’t give me smiles very often, but when you do, I love it.” I cross to him and trace his lips with my fingernail.
He sucks in a breath and his eyes turn molten.
“You make me smile. You make me smile more than I have in years.” His voice is raspy with want and need, and the heat of my own feminine power floods my core.
I stand taller and give him a lingering kiss on his lips. “You make me smile too.”
The kiss quickly turns into something deeper. I open to him and his tongue slides against mine. I emit a small sigh as I sink into the kiss.Fuck, it feels good to just lose control and let him take me.
His arms encircle me, and then I feel his palms against my ass. I move closer, feeling his hard length against my heat, and knowing I’m ready. I’m ready for everything.
I pull back. “I want you. I want you to be my first.”
The corner of his mouth lifts into a half grin. His eyes are glazed over with lust and something more precious: adoration.
“Your first and only. I love you, Flora,” he says gruffly, and I can’t help but nod.
I’ve accepted that by now. This is my man. This is the man I choose to be mine, forever.
When he lays me down on his cream bedspread, I look up at him with awe. “Thank you, Levi. Thank you for loving me.”
He kisses me gently. “You deserve to be loved, Flora. You always have.”
Our actions are unhurried, which surprises me. I always thought that when I got to this moment, the man would be tearing at my clothes, rushing me. In the past, I had frozen at the first signs that things were about to get serious and that clothes were about to come off. This time I didn’t freeze. I didn’t hesitate. Maybe it’s because of the gentle way he handles me.
Instead, he takes his time, removing each piece of my clothing with care. Even his touch is gently. By the time I’m naked, I’m the one ready to rush things. I’m desperate to feel him inside of me. I’m desperate to become his.
I’m the one tearing at his clothes. He grabs my hands as I pull at his shirt. “We don’t have to rush. We have all the time in the world.”
I stick my lower lip out. “But I want you now. Please,” I add for good measure.
He grins and pulls his shirt over his head. I suck in a breath at the sight of his muscular chest. God, he’s so handsome. I trace the line in between his abdominal muscles, and he mutters “Fuck,” under his breath.
