Page 97 of Guarding Over You
His mouth found hers in a kiss that stole the air from her lungs. Hot, sure, claiming. His hands framed her face, sliding to her neck, her shoulders, her waist, as if reacquainting himself with every inch of her body.
This was what she’d missed.
The feeling of being wanted and consumed by a man who could set her body on fire and still make her feel safe enough to fall apart in his arms.
She smiled against his mouth, breathless and certain.
“Now this is what I was talking about.”
His low chuckle vibrated against her lips, his forehead resting on hers.
“Yeah,” he murmured, his voice rough and full of tenderness all at once. “Me too.”
And then his hands were on her again, and the rest of the world faded into nothing but heat and heartbeats.
She grabbed his hand, pulled him up the stairs toward his room and over to his bed.
The same motions as two weeks ago, just a different place.
The same feelings of need, but a greater urgency.
They knew what the other had to offer. This time, she wanted to set the pace. To let him know he didn’t have to be gentle.
He didn’t have to worry she might break.
And if she did, he’d have her. She knew that one hundred percent.
Her hands gave him a tiny shove so that he ended up sitting on the bed. “I’ve got this burning in me that needs to be put out fast.”
“I don’t want to put out any flames in you.”
His hands reached for the bottom of her T-shirt and lifted it over her head.
She was going for the clasp between her breasts to undo her bra.
“You aren’t putting it out fully, but I need you. Need you more than I thought I would. That I thought I could any man. Take your clothes off.”
She was squirming out of her shorts and underwear while he did the same, then pulled her on top of him on the bed.
She noticed the condom out already on the bedside table and reached for it before he could.
It was open and in her hand, then over his dick and she was pushing him on his back again.
He glided up by the pillow, she straddled his hips, lined up, then sank down fast.
The fullness inside set off an avalanche of sensations throughout her core and into her heart.
“That’s it,” he said. “Just like that. Ride me.”
Her eyes stayed locked on his, her hands on his chest for leverage, her body rising and lowering.
She was squeezing him tight as she did. Gripping him with her inner muscles to get the full effect.
Her breath was catching, his too.
He wrapped his hand in her hair again, claimed her mouth with his, and lifted up as she sank down.
Their speed increased, her body was building, her nerve endings stretched taut.
