Page 22 of Protected By the Sinner
He leans down—he’s tall enough that he has to—to touch my jaw with damp lips. “I want you.”
Three simple words.
And yet they send a wave of need through me so intense it leaves the center of my thighs soaked.
He drags his tongue across my skin, and my breasts ache, desperate for his touch.
“Beau . . .”
“I love hearing you say my name, Amber. That mouth was made for it.”
He sucks on my neck, nibbling—sometimes soft, sometimes not—and I melt into him, moaning without meaning to.
“Come with me,” he says.
“Why should I?”
“Because you know you want to. I’m going to take you somewhere that actually suits you.”
“I can’t.” I should’ve said it more firmly, but I’m already drunk on him. My hands grab the lapels of his suit.
He wraps his arm around my waist, and for the second time in just a few days, I find myself not only held but captured, tightly pressed against the hard wall of his chest. And I like it.
His tongue flicks at my ear, and I tilt my head, silently begging for more.
I try to summon what little sanity I have left—but half-heartedly. “We shouldn’t—”
The protest never makes it out. He crashes his mouth onto mine. The kiss is dominant. Beau isn’t rushing; he’s focused on making me fall apart in his arms. And it’s working.
My hands dive into his hair as I mold my body to his.
The next second, I realize he’s shut the door with his foot and I’m in his arms, being carried to the bed.
This man’s mouth is pure sorcery. With a kiss alone, he demands surrender.
His large hands glide down my thighs, toying with the edge of my panties.
I gasp—but he swallows the sound in a deep, consuming kiss.
I suck on his tongue and pull him closer.
“I want to taste your pussy, Amber. Say yes.”
His voice is a mix of command and craving. The words are filthy and they should shock me. But instead, they obliterate what’s left of my self-control.
Chapter 9
This woman has the power to turn me into something dangerously close to a beast ruled by instinct.
I came here tonight with one goal—take her with me. I’ve never really bought into that whole “keep your friends close and your enemies closer” bullshit. My enemies usually disappear off the face of the Earth without a trace. But right now, I can’t see her that way.
In this cheap motel room, Amber is the woman I want.
With her defiant attitude, her sexy body, and that mouth I want to teach how to please me.
That alone wouldn’t be enough to make me crave her this much, but there’s something else—something contradictory and strangely magnetic. Vulnerability.
There’s a flicker of fear in her that makes me feel protective of her—probably a stupid idea.
