Singe (Guardian Protection #1)

Answers.

“What were we talking about?” I asked, using her hair to tilt her head back.

She shook her head and reclined, propping herself up onto her elbows. “This is the part where you became acquainted with my tattoo. You remember that part, right? Maybe, if you repeated the process, it would jog your memories.”

I smiled wolfishly. I could so fucking do that.

As I followed her down, her back formed an elegant curve, thrusting her breasts toward my mouth. I slid a hand beneath her and popped the clasp on her bra open.

“Did I do this?” I asked.

“No.”

With one hand, I pulled the lace down her arms and then sucked her nipple into my mouth, twirling my tongue around the peaked nub, relishing in her breathy mews.

“This?” I asked, gently pinching it between my teeth.

“Oh God.” She bowed up, her hands flying into the top of my hair.

“Is that a yes?”

“No,” she breathed, her fingers inching down toward the scars at the back of my neck.

I caught her at the wrist and pinned her hand beside her head.

“Jude,” she complained when I released her breast to find her other hand.

I guided it up above her head and clamped both of her wrists together. “Now, I’m sure I didn’t let you do that.” I nipped at her bottom lip and then ordered, “Don’t move your arms.”

She swallowed hard but nodded.

Straightening myself, I allowed my hungry stare to rake over her small body. She was mostly on the table, only her legs dangling off the end. Fuck, she was beautiful—sprawled out, watching me with pink cheeks, her bright tattoos contrasting with the pale-white skin on her stomach. But it was the waistband of her jeans that I honed in on. I had memories of my hand traveling through her wetness. I wasn’t sure what else I had done. But I knew, by the time she got off that table, I’d have claimed her completely.

With my Hands. Mouth. Cock.

With a growl, I shoved the surrounding chairs away. When one of them fell, her eyes flashed wide and her breathing sped, her round breasts rising and falling, taunting me, but she didn’t move her hands. I stopped at the corner of the table nearest her hip and palmed her breast, my cock twitching as she pressed up into my hand.

“I touched you like this, didn’t I, Rhion?”

“God, yes.”

I trailed a single finger down to her stomach and tapped below her navel. “Did I kiss you here?”

She swiveled her hips. “No.”

I smiled darkly. “We should probably remedy that, then.”

Her mouth fell open as I bent, allowing my breath to whisper across her skin. I kissed her all too briefly. A soft moan breezed from between her lips as I popped the button on her denim open.

“I remember touching you here. You were so fucking tight and wet.”

“Jude, please,” she pleaded when I didn’t press into her pants.

Instead, I strolled around to the other side of the table, allowing my finger to trace a path over her body.

“Damn it, Jude,” she groaned.

A bolt of lightning shot through me, straight to my balls, as she cupped my hard cock through my jeans.

“Touch me,” she demanded in frustration.

I pretended that my cock wasn’t about to fight its way out of my zipper to get to her and arched a chastising eyebrow. “I thought I said not to move your hands?”

Stroking my shaft, she said, “I won’t as long as you’re moving yours. Inside me.”

My lips twitched.

This. Woman. All shy, frightened, and innocent half the time. Then sexy, brazen, and greedy the other. I ached to draw my cock from my pants and see which side of her I’d get when I was driving into her. But there was so much of her I wanted first.

“You want me to touch you, Rhion? Maybe my tongue teasing your clit?” I plucked her nipple and then stepped out of her reach.

“Yes,” she breathed.

I moved to her feet, her wanton gaze tracking my every step. “I want that too. But, first, I’m going to need you to tell me something.”

“Jude,” she warned, her languid body suddenly stiffening.

I pried the top of her jeans open and began tugging them down her legs. When I got to her feet, I used the heels on her silly feathered shoes to remove them—one by one. They hit the floor with a clatter as she hurried to help me get her pants off.

Seconds later, she was in nothing but a pair of thin, black lace panties that spectacularly showcased the small cleft at the top of her sex.

My whole body responded. And not just in the way a male naturally responds to seeing a gorgeous, nearly naked woman laid out before him.

This was Rhion.

I stood there staring down at her for entirely too long. Or maybe it was only a second. But even that was a sin to waste when it came to touching her.

“You said that I was the only one who could heal you,” she announced in a soft, seductive whisper.

My lungs seized. What was the old adage about a drunk man’s words being a sober man’s thoughts?

But she wasn’t done yet. “You said you wanted to touch every part of my body, inside and out, so you could heal me too.” She shoved her fingers into the sides of her panties and shimmied them down.

My mouth watered as she bent her legs and opened them wide, revealing herself to me.

“Heal me, Jude.”

I couldn’t heal her. She wasn’t damaged. Perfect, head to toe.

I caught her legs behind her knees and dragged her to the edge of the table. Using my foot, I pulled a chair over, and the second my ass hit the wood, my mouth sealed over her clit.

“Oh God!” she cried as I began to feast.

My memories were correct: She was drenched, and I easily slipped a finger, then two, deep inside her.

She draped her legs over my shoulders, and I ate at her like she was my favorite meal.

And, with a single taste, that was exactly what she became. I licked and sucked as I pumped my fingers. Her body writhed beneath me, and my name whispered from her lips, drifting straight to my cock as though it were her hand.

As her muscles tightened around my fingers, the orgasm building within her, she suddenly sat up. Her hands snaked into the back of my hair as she held me to her. I ached to remove her hand, but maybe I had been right.

Maybe she was the only one who could heal me.

Her fingers burned at the back of my scalp as her climax against my mouth seared me in a different way.

Rising to my feet, I couldn’t get my pants off fast enough. She was still coming down as I retrieved a condom from my wallet and rolled it down my shaft.

There were no words spoken as I prowled up the table and caught her mouth in a kiss. Her lips were lazy; mine were frenzied.

“Look at me,” I demanded as I positioned myself at her opening.

Her dark, painted lashes fluttered open at the same time her limp arms folded around my shoulders.