Page 57 of Her Guarded Hero

Ah God, did he taste salt?

He pulled away.

“Ignore it. I need this.” She slammed her mouth onto his and straddled him. He felt her wet core stroking up and down his cock. He heard denim being dragged across the cement floor. She reared up, she had a foil packet from his jeans pocket, she tore it open with her teeth.

He didn’t think he would last when she sheathed him.

She pushed down, enveloping him in the tight depths of her body. He pushed back her hair, so he could see the glittering emotion in her beloved eyes. She held him enthralled. Dalton traced his fingers up the ladder of her ribcage until he cupped the bounty of her breasts. Aurora mewed her pleasure as his thumbs circled the beautiful tips, then plucking them to tight nubs.

He did a partial sit up as she continued to ride him. He had to taste her. He took a nipple into his mouth and suckled.

“Dalton,” she shrieked softly. He squeezed his eyes shut as her core tightened around him, she was strangling his dick. He’d never come close to feeling such pleasure. He carefully bit down on her nipple, and her body gripped him tighter. It was too much.

He stopped teasing her, he looked into her eyes. “Are you with me?” he gasped.

“Now.” Tears dripped down her face.

“Aurora?”

Her rhythm faltered. She moved her hands and gripped his short hair, then whispered in his ear. “Fuck me.”

He reared up and grabbed her ass. He slammed upwards.

“Yes,” she panted. Her short nails dug into his scalp, her teeth bit into his neck. “Harder.”

He couldn’t go any harder, he didn’t want to hurt her. Instead he twisted, moved his hand just a little so his thumb found her clit.

“Yes,” she hissed as she slumped. He held her up and she trembled.

“It’s too much.”

Joy washed over Dalton as he grunted out a laugh.

“Harder,” she gasped. He circled the nub of flesh again. “Too much,” she panted.

He thrust up, pressed and circled, watching her as he tortured her. “Which is it, Sunshine?”

“Both. It’s both,” she breathed out. “Keep doing it.”

She thrashed and squeezed.

“Ahhh. So good.” Her smile outshone the sun. “So good,” she cried as she found her bliss.

She was right it was so good he thought, as he found a joy he never thought he would again.

* * *

“We have company,” Griff’s voice whispered into his receiver.

It took a split second for Dalton to comprehend that Griff said ‘we’ have company, indicating they had additional incoming. He looked at his watch. Thirty-five minutes had gone by. He gave his head a swift shake and spoke into his mic.

“Could be friendlies,” Dalton cautioned as he stood up and took another visual sweep of the foyer. “I have a woman and two children in here with me, she called her father and others from her village to come and get her.”

“I’m checking them out,” Griffin Porter said.

It seemed like a long time, but according to Dalton’s watch it was only three minutes, Griff spoke again. “These are amateurs. They’re talking loudly about someone named Carmelita. Is that the woman?”

“Affirmative.” Dalton was relieved to think that Carmelita’s family was arriving so quickly, that meant that he and Griff could hotfoot it to the team and Wyatt. His jaw clenched at the idea of just how bad the younger man’s injury could be. Aiden could sometimes be an angry son-of-a-bitch, but he always kept it together when he was dealing with a patient. If he let even a tiny bit of emotion show, that meant it had to be bad.