Page 95 of Protecting Love

But then her fingers went to the bottom of his shirt, lifting it free of his pants, her hands careful not to touch the gun under his arm.

He lowered his mouth to hers again, slower now, savoring instead of devouring. Every brush of her lips, every breath she pulled from him. He felt her melt a little under the steadiness, but the fire consumed them, still coiled and ready to strike.

And he loved that too.

Loved that she came at him without hesitation.

Loved that she didn’t treat him like something fragile or untouchable.

Loved that, with her, he didn’t have to be on top of his game all the time.

She slid her hands up into his hair and whispered against his mouth, “Don’t hold back.”

His jaw tightened slightly at that.

He wasn’t holding back. Not really.

But he leaned in again, letting the kiss deepen until the rest of the world fell away.

Right now there was only her mouth on his. Her body against his. Her need matching his.

And he intended to enjoy every single fucking minute of it.

“The bedroom,” she mumbled against his mouth. “Right now. Or it’s here in the hallway and that’s too hard in these pants.”

He backed her to her room, kicked the door shut with his foot, lifted the blue sweater over her head and tossed it on the floor.

She was kicking off her heels, then reaching for the button and zipper of her brown pants.

He unhooked his gun, laid it on the dresser and undressed.

Too many buttons to tackle.

He got three down and pulled the shirt over his head, dropping it to the ground, then toeing off his shoes as he undid his pants.

She was already on the bed naked, willing, ready with a condom out and in her hand, holding it up and waving it as if it was a treat to tempt him into her lair.

He all but dove on the bed, snatched it away and pinned her in place.

His mouth, it was on hers again.

Kissing her was becoming his new obsession.

Her nails, they were scratching him. Her hips, they were bucking up and grinding. Her leg curved and ran over his hip.

If he didn’t cover his dick now, he was pretty sure she was going to climb on and take him without it.

He leaned back, opened the package and slid it on one handed. Grabbing her legs, his palms, fingers wide on her hamstrings, he lifted her up, spread her wide and sank in in one smooth motion.

She was pinned in place for him.

All for the taking. Every bit of it.

Her eyes were on his, kind of wild, kind of willing, and open for more.

He was going to give it to her. Everything he had, she better be ready to accept it.

Her tongue came out and slowly swiped across her upper lip.