Dangerous Protector (Red Stone Security #14)

When she arched into him, rubbing against him with her whole body, he pulled back just a fraction so he could kiss a path along her jaw and neck. She sucked in a breath when he reached the juncture of her neck and shoulder.

His control was close to breaking, his cock rock hard, but right now was about her. He wanted to worship her entire body, to spend hours learning all her curves. For now, he was going to taste her as she came against his face. He was going to get her addicted to him and he wanted to stake a claim on her sweet body. She’d be thinking about him all night after this, about how he’d made her feel.

Her hands slid through his short hair, her fingers gripping him as he bent down in front of her. He looked up the length of her body to see her staring down at him, her blue eyes bright with hunger.

Keeping his gaze locked on hers, he reached under the puffy skirt of her dress, his hands skimming up the outside of her smooth thighs until he reached the silky material of her panties. Oh so slowly, he tugged them down her legs, his heart pounded wildly.

Her breath caught in her throat as she stepped out of them. But she spread her legs apart just a little wider, the invitation clear.

This was hotter, more intense than he’d fantasized about. The skirt of her dress had too much material to shove up to her waist and stay in place, so he ducked his head under it. This was sexier anyway. Not being able to see her while he pleasured her, just hearing her moans. He wondered if she’d be loud or restrained. Either choice was a good one but he wanted to hear her go crazy and let go.

She let out a yelp of surprise as he moved between her legs and lifted one over his shoulder, draping it across his back and giving him all the access he needed.

The dim light of the foyer filtered through enough that he could see her sweet pussy. She was completely bare—shaved or waxed, he couldn’t tell. Didn’t matter. The sight made him groan. Before he tasted her, he dipped a finger between her folds.

She was soaked. The knowledge that she was turned on because of him sent another rush of heat spiraling through him.

Whatever excuses she came up with as for why now wasn’t the right time for a relationship, she couldn’t deny the chemistry they had together. That would have been impossible to do and be believable. He’d been fighting it from the moment he met the feisty woman.

Her hips rolled as he slid his finger deeper inside her. It was strange not being able to see her face, but incredibly sexy to be solely focused on her pussy and have her literally trembling as she waited to feel what he’d do.

“Aaron.” She moaned out his name, as if begging him to do more.

He would gladly oblige. Burying his face between her legs, he flicked his tongue up the length of her wet folds. She groaned, her hips bucking against him as he teased her.

Her taste and scent were sweet perfection against his tongue. Almost as sweet as the little sounds of pleasure she was making. He was surprised by how loud she was, her pleas for him to do more making his cock even harder, something he hadn’t thought possible.

“My clit, my clit,” she moaned out, the words half begging, half demand.

The demand nearly pushed him over the edge. He hadn’t expected that of her, but he probably should have. He’d been intent on teasing her longer, dragging this out, but he was driven with the need to make her come. To taste it. Knowing she was right on the precipice because of him. All the muscles in his body pulled tight, his focus purely on making her come.

Shifting his head slightly, he zeroed in on the little bundle of nerves peeking out from her folds. Her clit was already swollen and just begging for his touch. He rubbed his tongue over it as he slid a finger fully inside her. She was so tight, her inner walls clenching around him as he began stroking her clit.

Her hips moved in rhythm with his tongue, her moans louder and louder, telling him that he was playing her body right. She was absolute perfection.

He added another finger, buried them both deep. She jerked hard, dug her heeled shoe into his back as her inner walls clenched harder around his fingers.

“Oh…Aaron…” Her climax hit, and her body writhed against him as she came.

He continued stroking her clit, not letting up the pressure until she begged him to stop. He swiped his tongue against her one last time before ducking back out from under her skirt.

His entire body trembled with the need to fill her, his cock pressing insistently against his zipper. This had been about her, though.

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