Page 147 of Defenders of Jawhara

She watched the ice begin to crack, but it was too late. Her lungs burned as she resisted the need to take a breath—a breath that would be filled with ice cold water instead of air. She finally quit struggling, let her arms go limp, her body sag. She parted her lips. The inevitable could happen. She screamed.

The noise had her sitting up in the bed, gasping, trying to locate the source of the tortured sound. An arm settled around her, warm and strong—the comforting scent of salt and sea sank into her.

“Chloe? Hey, shush. It’s only a dream.” She blinked several times before she realized she was sitting up in bed. A very naked Trent sat beside her, holding her. “You were having a nightmare. Can you remember what it was about?”

Not going there!She shook her head, wincing as pain stirred. She touched her temple, feeling groggy and disoriented—the aftermath of a migraine.

“Stay here and I’ll get you some water.” Trent slipped from the bed. He didn’t bother to cover up, and if he wasn’t going to bother, she wasn’t going to avoid looking.

He came back with water. Sitting beside her, he handed her the glass. He turned her so that her back was to him, and he began to massage her shoulders.

Her muscles loosened and she almost dropped the water glass. “That feels amazing.” She let her head loll to the side. He placed his lips on her skin, licking her skin before sucking it gently into his mouth.

Leaning close, he said, his voice rough, “You taste amazing. I read in a study somewhere that headaches were the worst reason to avoid having sex.”

Chloe moaned as he reached a tender spot just beneath her left shoulder blade. “How’s that?”

He kept working the small knot out of her muscles, and also trailed his lips over her upper back, nibbling on the curve of her shoulder where it met her neck. Between kisses, he said, “The study stated…sex should actually be used as a cure…releases all kinds of hormones and…feel-good chemicals…makes…a…nasty…migraine…go…away.”

Chloe rolled her head to the other side, inviting attention to that newly exposed skin. “Are you suggesting we make love so that my headache will go away?”

“You’re not willing to try it?” His fingertips brushed the sides of her breasts before snaking around her rib cage to cup them in his warm palms. She was still wearing a T-shirt, but it didn’t matter one bit. The feel of his hands on her breasts had her nipples hardening.

She didn’t want him to quit touching her. She turned, kissing him, and muttered, “I’m willing to try it if you are.”

Trent rolled with her, pushing her into the mattress. “One migraine cure coming up.”

He dropped his head and took one of her nipples into his mouth. The feel of the wet fabric only seemed to enhance the pleasure that spiked through her. She twisted and ran her hands over his bare skin. “Trent?”

He didn’t need to be told what she needed. He sank back on his haunches and quickly divested her of the T-shirt. He then tugged her shorts off and snapped the thin elastic bands holding her panties up, pulling the offending scrap of fabric away from her body.

“Chloe, you’re absolutely beautiful.”

She smiled, reached up, and pulled his head down to hers. She skimmed her hands down his chest, took him in hand, and yawned. “I’m a little sleepy, so you might have to do most of the work.”

With one hand, Trent covered her hand where she was stroking him. “Let me take care of everything.”

He pushed her hands to the side, leaned over, and put his mouth on her. She gave a soft moan and opened wider for him. He lapped at her as he put his fingers to good use. First one, then a second, turning his hand, he found her most sensitive spots and Chloe writhed beneath him in response.

Her body contracted hard, and she moaned in pleasure, her body tightening to the point of pain. She gave a gasp and her hips bucked. He kept his arms wrapped around her as he drew her orgasm out, leaving her limp on the bed. Lifting his head, he smiled at her.

She touched his cock. “What about you?”

With a grin, he wrapped her hand around him. “What about me?”

She smiled and cocked a finger, beckoning him to straddle her. He did, positioning himself so that his cock nudged her lips apart. She lay underneath him and opened her mouth, inviting him to push into her, and he did. He tasted salty and slick–like the ocean’s tides. She wanted more. She gripped his thighs, sucking hard.

Chloe let him push deep into her throat, took him deep as she sucked harder. Trent’s hand slapped against the wall above the bed, and he came with a shout, his body shuddering above her. Collapsing next to her, he let out a breath.

Rolling to his side, he pulled her against him, and she settled there with deep contentment. Wrapping her arm around him, she whispered sleepily, “You were right.”

He hugged her to him. “About what?”

“Orgasms. My head is definitely feeling better.”

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It took five days for the damn Guardians to show up—or at least for the movers and shakers behind things to show. He kept thinking he should pull Chloe out from the organization—he knew they were trouble. But he couldn’t, at least not yet. If she left now, her absence might blow the whole plan. But he also knew he couldn’t stand it if anything happened to her.

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