Page 53 of Her Rugged Guardian

“What do you want, Cinnamon Girl?” He issued a slight growl.

“Kiss me. Touch me. Fuck me.”

“Are you sure? Cause I’m at the point if we do this, there’s no going back. None. After today you’ll be mine.”

“Are you sure you can handle me?” Sweet Jesus, if he didn’t kiss me I was going to go out of my mind.

“Don’t worry, baby. If I have to tie you to the bed I will.” As he crushed his lips over mine, I felt myself melting in his hold, my mind spinning with lurid fantasies and needs that I knew only he could fulfill.

The ugly little bird inside my head reminded me that I’d promised myself I wouldn’t do this again for fear of getting hurt. But the man was like a drug, and I wasn’t entirely certain I could stop the intoxicating need. Why would I want to?

He opened my mouth with his lips, holding them in place, capturing a moan as it erupted from my throat. Everything about the man was insanely amazing and I couldn’t seem to get enough of the way he made me tingle all over. The way he thrust his tongue inside was more demanding than before and he pulled me even closer, placing his hand on the back of my head. I could kiss the man for hours, languishing in the taste and feel of being in his arms.

As he swept his tongue back and forth, I felt growls rumbling up from his chest, the muffled sound driving red-hot flares into every cell throughout my body. I wrapped my arm other arm around his neck, adoring the way his hair felt sliding through my fingers. There was something so sublime about what we were doing, maybe a little crazy too.

My bottom ached and I was sitting on my almost stranger’s lap with my jeans and panties still wrapped around my knees. Maybe it was more than a little sinful as well, but I didn’t care. I rolled my fingers through his hair, undulating on his lap, certain that my wetness would leave a significant stain on his jeans.

I sensed he couldn’t care less, his needs outweighing every bit of the common sense he’d accused me of not having earlier. We were wild together, primal in a way that suited both our needs. This wasn’t about love, maybe the kind of lust that couldn’t be denied, unbridled and more passionate than any two people could be used to experiencing. That was fine with me, perfect for my life. I sensed he was the same way.

He proved that by rising to his feet, cradling me in his arms. As he took purposeful steps forward, I felt light as a feather, the wafting scent of my raging desire the perfect aphrodisiac to the crazy moment.

He carried me out of the room, moving slowly while he kept our lips locked and his tongue planted firmly inside. Nothing else mattered at this moment but being in his arms, his possessiveness exactly what I hadn’t known I needed.

Only when he headed into my bedroom did he break the kiss, pressing his forehead against mine. “I’m going to fuck you. You can’t say no.”

His statement made me laugh. “Why would you think I would?”

“Cause you’re a woman. You change your minds a lot.”

“Haven’t you figured out I’m not just any woman?”

The sneer on his face was endearing, his throaty laugh sending another electric wave dancing down my spice. “Lady, you’re right. You’re unlike any other chick I’ve ever met. That makes you very special. A pain in the ass, but special.”

He had me laughing although I punched him in the chest. “Such a bad man.”

“Yeah, I am.” The moment of sadness in his eyes was haunting. As I touched the side of his face, sliding my fingers down his neck, he stood over the edge of the bed as if I was going to change my mind.

“Maybe I like bad men. Did you ever think of that?”

“Just be careful what you ask for. I could be your worst nightmare.”

“Oh, yeah? What are you going to do?”

He lowered me to the bed, raising a single eyebrow as he lifted one leg, yanking on my boot, repeating the move with the other. When he tossed them all the way across the room, each thudding against the wall, I burst into laughter. His expression was even more carnal than before, his eyes now hooded as he stared down at me.

As with the kiss, now he took his time yanking off my jeans and panties, easily maneuvering my shirt over my head. This time, I wasn’t wearing a bra and that seemed to delight him by the number of husky growls he issued.

As he bent over, very slowly planting his hands one at a time beside me, the look on his face became explosive, bordering on obsessive. I sensed he wouldn’t let me go even if I attempted to push him away.

“What am I going to do?” he asked with mischief laced in his voice.

“I don’t know.” My words were defiant, but I was hopeful of his actions. That made me a very bad girl indeed.

“Listen to me, Cinnamon Girl. I’m going to devour you until the morning light dawns over the horizon. I’m going to enjoyspending quality time exploring every inch of your body, which means first I’m going to bathe you with my tongue, drilling my tongue into that wet pussy of yours second. After that I’ll take every inch of you fucking you as you’ve never been fucked before, leaving you breathless and sweaty, every inch of your body aching, your pussy leaking and you begging for more. After I’ve heard you scream my name in ecstasy, I’ll wait until you beg me to start all over again. And woman, you will beg me time and time again because you won’t be able to get enough.”

CHAPTER 16

Cassandra

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