Page 43 of Protect and Serve

It was madness. A frenzy. A glorious unbridled ride that took them both quickly to the edge.

Her passion was high too. He could tell by the tension in her body, the harsh pants of her breath, the burn of her nails in his flesh. She tossed her head from side to side, tightened her legs around his hips, begged.

He wanted her to come before he did, and he knew he was close. So he found her clit, circled it in something of a frantic caress.

Thank God it was enough. Because a knot had formed in his lower belly and was expanding in a sphere of agony and delight that encompassed all that he was. His balls tightened. His cock swelled. His universe shrunk to that point where they were joined.

“Claire,” he groaned.

“Yes,” she said, imploring him. “Now. Please. Now.”

Oh yes. Now. She clenched him as her climax descended. Her eyes closed and a tear leaked out as she seized around him. Every muscle contracted. Shuddered. Exulted.

In both of them, at the same time.

It seemed in that moment as though they were one. Fused. In perfect concert.

And then the wave took him, swept him away. He exploded, imploded, spun in a welter of mind-blowing delight.

He continued to move, because his body demanded it, even after the tempest had passed. It felt so good, he never wanted to stop. She gloried in it, continued to quiver and quake and issue moans that made shivers dance through his body. He loved that he could give her such pleasure. And he loved that she gave it right back.

Still breathless, sheeted in sweat, he slowed until his movements were little more than gentle nudges. She smiled.

Ah. What a smile.

So brilliant. And sated.

He had to kiss her. Her mouth was slack, but she responded, wrapping her arms around his neck and clinging to him. As he was still hunched over her, he propped his elbows on the table, so he could continue this delicious pursuit. Though his body was shaking, and he was still buried deep within her, he didn’t care.

It had been a magnificent tangling.

A wonderful first time.

But he was still annoyed with himself.

He lifted his head and offered her an apologetic smile. “Sorry about that.”

She frowned. “What?”

He smiled at her outrage. “I was planning something less…”

“Less? Less, what?”

“Less feral.”

When she laughed, her body squeezed his cock, and astonishingly, he felt a familiar stirring. Really? Already?

Surely, if they went at it again, now, this soon, it would kill him. He gently eased out and she pouted.

“I was planning this grand, romantic seduction. Not a fast and furious screw.”

“It was fabulous.” He helped her sit up and then he tugged her skirt down. Because yeah, that sight was far too enticing. “I like it hot and hard.”

He gulped. “Do you?”

She lifted a shoulder. “Sometimes. And let’s be honest, we were both ready.”

Yeah. They had been. He loved that about her. That she was honest about her desire. He had no interest in game playing. At least, not that kind.