Page 25 of Her Guarded Hero

“Are you going to answer my question?”

Did he have any idea what he was doing to her? What was his question? Oh yeah.

“All horses have specific body language, you watch their ears, their tails. You listen to their breathing, you watch to see how they stand. It’s simple really.” Her voice trailed off as Dalton leaned closer. This close his eyes seemed almost indigo, they were mesmerizing.

“What cues am I giving off?” Dalton asked. She could taste the apple on his breath.

“I’m not sure.”

He cupped her cheek, his thumb swiped her lower lip. “How about now? Is it coming into focus for you?” he rasped.

She shivered. He had to be able to hear her heart beat. He just had to.

“Then let me make it clear. Watching you in danger like that, brought out my protective instincts. Then seeing you beguile that stallion until he was literally eating out of your hands punched me in the gut. I’ve never seen anything like it. You are an enchantress, and I need to touch you. Hold you close and kiss you.”

“Please,” she whimpered. She didn’t recognize the breathy sound of her voice. Dalton wrapped his arm around her waist and locked their bodies together. It wasn’t enough. She twined her arms around his neck and delighted in his warmth. He bent his head and captured her lips. The taste of apples and Dalton exploded across her universe.

* * *

More.

So soft, her mouth flowered open.

More.

So luscious, her flavor tantalized his tongue.

More.

So willing, her body melted against his.

More.

Dalton couldn’t ever remember aching like this, wanting like this. Ever. He needed to pull back. Then her tongue shyly met his and he was lost. He cupped the side of her face, then speared his fingers up through the silk of her golden hair. She arched into his hold and he felt her fingers digging into his shoulders. Molten heat and seared through his brain and gripped his body in a vice.

Dalton was on fire, he peppered kisses along Aurora’s jaw.

“Sunshine,” he murmured as he nipped her earlobe.

Her throaty moan shot a bolt of lightening to his cock. She must have felt it because she arched against him. He felt the wet heat of her mouth open against his neck, she sucked and bit, as she pushed her tummy against him.

His fingers bit into the plush globes of her ass and her long legs wrapped around his hips. Maple syrup, apples and Aurora filled his mind as he reveled in the fire of their intimate embrace.

The sounds that she was making were music to his ears, every breath, every moan. He was lost until a discordant squawk finally penetrated the symphony that was Aurora.

A distant car horn. Then it got closer.

“Easy.” He kissed her neck. Inhaling the subtle scent of flowers.

She mewled and pressed harder, her fingers kneaded deeper into his back.

“Sunshine, someone’s here,” he whispered. “They’re honking.”

“No,” she protested on a low wail.

He waited, knowing her innate pragmatism would kick in. Finally, it did.

She moved her fingers and sliced her fingers into the military short strands of his hair, pulling his head backwards so she could look into his eyes. “This isn’t finished,” she said as she slowly lowered her legs back to the ground.