Page 54 of Her Rugged Guardian

Stunning.

That’s the only way I could describe the brutal man’s words or the look in his eyes as he slowly rose to his full, magnificent height, yanking off his shirt by the back of his neck. The smirk crossing his face was positively evil, the man calculating exactly what he planned on doing to me. Why did he have such an incredible ability to make me feel free? I wasn’t certain but as he backed away, his eyes never blinking, I rose onto my elbows.

When we’d fucked before, the hunger had been so great that I hadn’t taken the appropriate time to enjoy his gorgeous physique or the fact he was so well endowed. I was determined to fix that little issue right now. I also planned on teasing him relentlessly and started by opening my legs wide, allowing him to catch a glimpse of how wet he made me. I shifted my hips back and forth, moaning just enough to keep his attention focused on my face for a few seconds longer.

But his hunger was evident by the way his cock pressed against his tight jeans, the bulge absolutely delicious.

He took a deep breath and held it. My God, his eyes were glowing in the waning sun. “Careful, little girl. I am a beast. In case you haven’t figure that out.”

I waited until he unfastened his belt before bending one leg at the knee, tossing my head back and rolling the tips of my fingers down the length of my neck to my chest. I adored the sound of his heavy breathing, taking my time to lift my head as I rolled a single finger around one fully aroused nipple. “There’s nothing quite like a true savage, you know.”

His smile widened but I sensed a hint of danger by the glint in his eyes. “Mmmm… You are playing with fire.” He took his time unfastening and unzipping his jeans before peeling them aside, driving them down just an inch.

I dragged my tongue across my lower lip several times, every sound I issued more like a lioness in heat. As I shifted my leg back and forth, I moved my hand to my other breast, pinching my nipple between my thumb and forefinger. I narrowed my eyes, giving him the same kind of heated onceover he’d given me, allowing a natural moan to escape my lips from the flash of pain.

“I happen to like playing with fire.”

“That’s what makes you unique but dangerous.”

He chuckled more darkly than I’d heard before, his chest rising and falling in perfect sync to the rapid beating of my heart.

“I think I like hearing that. Now, take them off,” I told him.

“You’re not in charge. Maybe I won’t.”

“Then I guess I’ll be forced to walk away.” I shifted my hand to my other nipple, moaning more loudly than I’d done before, pinching and twisting as he stared at me with more desire than I’d ever seen in a man. When he started to shake his head, I shocked the hell out of him, scrambling to get off the other side of the bed. I almost made it until he snapped his huge hand around my ankle, dragging me back with ease.

“No, you don’t, Cinnamon Girl. You’re not going anywhere and you will do exactly as I say. Is that clear?”

“And what if I don’t?”

“I don’t think you really want to find out. Now, do you?” There was such a look of amusement in his eyes that I was more surprised than I could express.

Maybe we were good for each other in our badness, fulfilling the perfect needs, allowing two fractured people to come alive again.

“I don’t know.” I slipped my finger into my mouth, making exaggerated sucking sounds, now impatient for the man to rid himself of the rest of his clothing. At least he didn’t wait much longer, yanking off his boots, tossing them back with mine then rolling his jeans down his long, muscular legs.

I followed the trail, basking in his chiseled beauty, wanting nothing more than to laugh from the way my mouth was watering. I’d never had this kind of reaction to a man’s physique before. When he was completely undressed, he decided to tease me as I’d done to him, rolling the back of his hand down his chest while he craned his neck from one side to the other, stretching out the thick cords in his neck.

He stood with his legs spread open, his cock at full attention and his swollen balls hanging low. And dear God, I wanted to have them in my hot, wet mouth more than anything.

A sly grin drifted across his chiseled face as he very slowly moved his hand down to his carved abdomen, rolling onto the balls of his feet before wrapping his hand around the base of his cock. Even the dark hair surrounding his thick, throbbing shaft was attractive, creating images of me running my fingers through the coarseness.

I couldn’t seem to stop tingling all over as he stroked his cock, pumping up and down, still rubbing his chest with his other hand. Watching him was a sheer delight but as one minute turned into two, my patience was nearing the end. I rose to a sitting position, immediately reaching out.

He was quick to the draw, pushing me back, dropping to his knees and yanking my legs until my bottom was halfway off the bed. “Not so fast, little girl. As I already told you before. You’ll never be in charge. Get used to it or you’ll feel the effects of my belt every day.”

I wanted to think he was doing nothing more than teasing me, but at this point I wasn’t so certain. There was a look in his eyes that went beyond being a carnal beast, bordering on the kind of obsession that any woman should be worried about. Only with him, it was simply another attractive trait.

Even after his proclamation, he was forced to push me down, not hesitating before lifting and spreading my legs. With a single very dark growl, he dropped his head, immediately swirling his tongue around my clit.

“Oh, lord.” Laughing softly, I clutched my hands around the comforter, closing my eyes as myriad dazzling sensations tore through me. He was a master in using his tongue and the bad girl inside of me wanted to question how much experience he had in tasting a woman. Somehow, I knew it wasn’t the question to ask, certainly not now.

He took his time, his sounds as exciting as the moment. I tried everything not to think, to process the yin and yang of this crazy experience, but he was such a take control kind of man that I was blown away by how I felt about him. Love and hate were certainly close kin, my ability to drift from one feeling to another a testament to his powerful prowess.

And the fact he could irritate me faster than any man had before, including Stephen. One of many things I adored about Jake was that what you saw, you got. He was rugged and honest to a fault, refusing to take anyone’s bullshit, including mine. That alone was refreshing enough to keep me interested.

Even if he’d pissed me off more than a few times.

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