Page 33 of Deadly Protector
CHAPTERELEVEN
Dimitri felt Zamira stir against him, pressing her ass against his cock in her sleep. He knew she needed sleep; he didn’t want to wake her up. But…for the last half hour she’d been pressed against him like this and he was rock-hard. With the two of them naked in bed together, of course he was.
After they’d gotten each other off on his back porch like teens last night, they’d had dinner, then fooled around a little. But nowhere near the level to where he wanted to be with her. Which was deep inside her as she wrapped her legs around him. After she’d fallen asleep naked against him, it had taken him a while to actually sleep.
Thin beams of light streamed in from the big window in his room, shooting little ribbons across his bed and the two of them.
“You’re clearly awake,” she murmured, her raspy voice filling the quiet room as she rubbed her ass up against him intentionally this time.
Grinning, he slid his arm around her, pulled her tight to him, savored the skin-to-skin contact. She was warm against him, the beat of her heart steady. “Hard to sleep with you next to me.”
“Hard is certainly the right word.” Her voice was tinged with amusement as he rolled his hips against her.
He slid his palm over her hip, down her abdomen and slowly cupped her mound as he nipped her earlobe.
She sucked in a breath, pushing back at him again.
He pressed his teeth down on her earlobe once, then said, “What are you thinking right now?” He wanted to know exactly what she wanted.
“That I don’t want you to stop.” She reached behind her, clasped onto his ass and tugged him against her.
His erection pulsed as he slid against her bare butt and back. Fuuuck. “Condom?” he murmured, feathering kisses along her neck. They’d talked last night—she was on the pill and they were both clean. But he wanted to make sure they were on the same page, that she had no regrets.
“No, if that’s fine with you.” Her voice was unsteady as he slowly teased his finger over her clit.
“Definitely okay.” He started stroking her now, a little faster. She was already slick, but he was big and he wanted her primed and ready for him.
Arching her back, she continued holding his hip as he kept teasing her.
He liked the feel of her nails digging into him, enjoyed that bite of pain.
And he loved that she was trusting him with this—he knew it had been a hell of a long time for her. He wanted to make sure this was perfect for her.
Slowing his movements, he slid his hand up her abdomen and only stopped at one of her breasts, gently caressing her soft skin, tweaking her nipple.
He kept going until he cupped the side of her face, turned her to him.
Breathing unsteadily, she met his gaze, her eyes heavy-lidded as he claimed her mouth. The angle was odd, but he bit her bottom lip gently, savored the way she shuddered with pleasure.
While he wanted to push into her from behind, to slide right into her wet folds, this first time he wanted to have her stretched out under him, wanted all that skin to skin, and to be face-to-face so he could watch every expression flicker over her gorgeous face.
She must have had the same thought because she turned then, plastering herself against him as he pinned her beneath him.
Her legs spread wide as he settled his erection between her thighs. Angling himself at her entrance, harder than he’d ever been, he slowly slid inside her.
She rolled her hips up, made an impatient sound as she wrapped her legs fully around him, joining their two bodies completely. She was so wet there was no resistance.
Her inner walls were so tight around him, he sucked in a deep breath, mirroring her own breath as he pushed to the hilt.
They started moving at the same time, finding a wild, raw rhythm of pure pleasure. He lost himself inside her, loving every second of it. Savored every time she arched her back or rolled her hips up to meet his. This was Zamira, the woman of his fantasies, the woman he’d do anything to protect.
He reached between their bodies and she bit his shoulder with a surprised cry as he rubbed her clit.
So he didn’t stop, kept teasing her until he could feel her climax building. Her inner walls tightened faster and faster as she reached her limit.
She let her head fall back on the pillow, her eyes a little wild. “Dimitri.”
Oh, she was close, so damn close. He could feel it with every squeeze around his cock. Because he was close too, right on the edge, about to lose his battle to hold out.
