Page 98 of Guarding Over You
She needed to come and she needed itnow.
She wasn’t sure she’d ever moved this fast on a man before. Ever wanted to get to the end as desperately as she needed to in this moment.
And when she felt the tension give way. When she started to pulse and twitch and grip him tighter, then moan out his name, he flipped her fast on her back, then pounded into her with a lack of discipline she’d never thought she’d experience.
What they brought out of each other? That was what she needed in her life just as much as she needed him to hold her tight and let her know without words that everything was going to be okay.
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READY TO HEAR IT
“Now that was intense. I’m going to guess things didn’t go well with the drop-off?” he asked when Arden was lying on her back and breathing in and out.
He’d turned and flopped next to her.
“What gave you that idea?”
“I don’t know,” he said. “I saw you running over and there was a look in your eyes that told me you just wanted to forget. That’s what the kiss was for.”
She laughed. “I want to forget a lot of things but not anything with us. I hope you aren’t insulted.”
“Nah,” he said. “I’m not. I get it. And I got a reward from it. It’s not personal. Do you want to talk about it?”
She sighed. “I should but don’t want to ruin our time together.”
“You’re not. I’m not here just for the use of my body, am I?”
He laughed when he said it, but there was part of him that wanted to know the truth to that statement also.
“No. I don’t think you’d be too upset if I were, but I’d never be that way. I hope you know that.”
He turned and gave her a kiss on the lips. “I do. I’ll be right back.”
He rolled out of bed and went to the bathroom to take care of the condom, then splashed cool water over his face to cool down some.
When he came out she was dressed in one of his shirts that she’d pulled out of his folded clothes in a basket on the floor. The thought of her in his clothing brought home feelings of fierce protectiveness that he’d never thought he’d have.
She was the one.
He knew it.
She just wasn’t ready to hear it.
Maybe he wasn’t ready to say it either.
“I can get dressed and we can go downstairs.”
“Nope. I like you the way you are now.” He reached for his athletic shorts and slipped them on with his underwear, then went to the bed and sat with his back against the headboard, his hand out for her to join him.
“I like wearing your shirt.”
“Take it with you. I’ve got enough of them. I like the idea of you sleeping in it at night if I’m not there with you.”
She snuggled closer beneath his arm, her hand finding his thigh. Her fingers traced slow, lazy circles that sent his focus scattering in every direction but the one it needed to be.
He wasn’t sure if she meant to stall the conversation or if the touch was instinct for comfort or distraction, maybe both.
Either way, it was working.
