Page 76 of Defenders of Jawhara

Blushing, she attempted to lower her eyes, but Talib anticipated her move and held her chin up. “Tell me,” he commanded.

“Stay with me?” PJ asked. “I need you desperately.”

Talib gentled his hold on her chin. “Nothing short of the apocalypse could tear me away from your bed this night.” He punctuated his statement by devouring her mouth once again.

After several minutes and many heated kisses, Talib picked her up and carried her back into the bedroom, laying her down on the soft mattress. When he began to unwind the towel from around her body, PJ stopped him with her hands.

Quirking a brow, he smiled at her and asked, “Is there a problem?”

PJ shook her head. “No. I wouldn’t say a problem, exactly.”

“Then why did you stop me? I want to see your body. To see how bad my imagination really is.”

PJ grinned at him. “Don’t I get the same privilege?”

Talib grinned before pushing himself away from the bed. “I would be happy to remove my clothing.”

PJ watched as he removed his boots and his belt, laying his gun on the nightstand in its holster and within easy reach. Next came his socks and his pants. When he pulled his T-shirt over his head, PJ moaned.

“Do you see something you like?” He couldn’t resist teasing her, and he loved the blush that stained her cheeks.

He slid his boxer shorts off just before he joined her on the bed, settling himself between her thighs. “Is this better?”

“Much,” PJ said, wrapping her arms around his back and pulling herself close enough to press her breasts to his chest.

Pushing himself back up to rest on his knees between her spread thighs, he carefully unwound the towel from her body.Just like a birthday present!He uncovered her one inch at a time, touching and kissing and licking each newly exposed piece of skin. By the time he had the towel fully off her, PJ was writhing on the bed and grasping at him with her hands.

“Please…”

“What do you need?”

“You. Just you. Please...” PJ was near begging. “Talib, I am going out of my mind for you.”

Wrapping her legs around him, she sat up and pressed against him. Gripping his shoulders, she used her lips to explore whatever parts of his chest she could reach. When she sucked one nipple into her mouth, she grinned at the groan Talib couldn’t hold back.

She moved her lips to his other nipple, but he only allowed her a few more seconds to torment him. He pushed her back to the bed, captured both of her hands in one of his own and pinned her arms above her head. He then proceeded to mimic her earlier actions with his own mouth.

He licked, suckled, and nipped at her breasts until she was panting with the effort to lie still. When she began to pull her arms in earnest, he released her hands. “Shush. PJ…” he said quietly in between kisses.

“What?” she asked, breathless and arching her body into him, as if desperate for him to touch her more intimately. Almost as desperate as he was.

Bringing his lips back to her mouth, he placed nipping kisses along her jawline as he asked once again, “Tell. Me. What. PJ. Stands. For.” He punctuated each word by kissing somewhere new on her face and neck, finally latching on to the spot where shoulder and neck met and gently biting down.

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PJ

PJ arched off the bed as she answered him, “Quit asking and keep kissing me.”

Talib wove his fingers through her silky smooth hair, holding her head still as his lips consumed hers once again.

After devouring her mouth, he worked his way down her body using both his mouth and his hands, spending a moment longer on anything that sent her arching beneath him or moaning in pleasure. “Nothing could make me stop kissing you, but I really do want to know.”

PJ shook her head. “Give it up. I’m not telling.” She gasped when he nipped harder at her belly. “Oh, Talib.” She grabbed his sculpted shoulders, kneading the muscles there before making a leisurely sweep down his back to come to rest at the indention just above the swell of his buttocks.He has muscle everywhere!

She let her legs slide along his own, using her feet to massage his calves. When she heard him whisper her name once again with a question in his voice, she closed her eyes. “I heard you, but I really don’t want to answer. I use my initials because I hate my real name.”

“It can’t be that bad,” Talib assured her. “Tell me, and I promise not to laugh.”

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