Page 28 of Protector Unmatched

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Pearce’s lips on hers felt right. Better than the night before, because now there was no deception, no misunderstanding between them. This was truly their first kiss, the one Daphne would savor. Pearce wasn’t behaving like a shy computer geek. On the contrary, his kiss was that of an experienced man, a man who knew what he wanted, a man who knew he could pleasure a woman. She needed that tonight more than ever.

After the danger she’d been in tonight—and he, too, all because of her—she needed to forget her problems for a little while. Knowing that the kidnappers hadn’t cut her brother’s finger off after all had lifted a lot of the guilt off her shoulders. And though the danger wasn’t over, she felt she’d been given a reprieve. A reprieve in Pearce’s arms.

He was holding her close, pressing her to his hard body. One hand was on her nape now, caressing the soft hair and making her shiver with pleasure, while he slung his other arm around her waist and held her so close that she could barely breathe. But who needed to breathe when she could drink from Pearce’s lips instead? He tasted of virility, of manliness, of strength. So different from the other computer geeks she’d dated. None of them had been so muscular. Nor so talented. Pearce knew how to tease moan after moan from her lips, turning her insides molten, her body boneless. If he severed the embrace, she would surely collapse, her knees like jelly, her head dizzy from his passionate kiss.

But it wasn’t only the kiss that heated her insides. It was the way he ground his groin against her in a steady rhythm, giving her a preview of what was hidden beneath his clothes. Beneath the pants that had to be too tight by now, because the hard rod that was expanding there seemed to get bigger and harder by the second.

She felt her heart beat a frantic rhythm against her ribcage, asking to be released. Her hands were on him now, one clinging to his shoulder while she let the other slide down to his ass, gripping him there as if she had every right to do so.

A loud moan was his answer, before he mirrored her movement and possessively grabbed her backside and yanked her against him even harder. He ripped his mouth from her and drew back his head so they could look into each other’s eyes. His irises seemed even more vibrant now. There was a sheen to them that she could only interpret as hunger.

“Fuck, Daphne! You’re a wild one.”

She chuckled at that. Nobody had ever called her wild. “Look who’s talking.” She rubbed her stomach against the hard ridge in his pants.

Pearce closed his eyes for a moment. “Are you trying to make me come right here?” When he opened his eyes again, there was a smile on his lips. “Or would you prefer I’d last a little longer?”

“A little longer.”

“That’s what I thought.” Then his lips were on her mouth again, and he kissed her with even more fervor. But it wasn’t all he did. He lifted his hand from her ass, and a second later, he slid it under her sweater, touching her naked skin.

Daphne sighed into his mouth and felt his lips quirk into a smile. He was definitely not a shy computer geek. Not shy at all. His hand moved higher, caressing her heated skin until he reached her breasts. There, he stopped all of a sudden and drew his head back.

“You’re not wearing a bra.”

She smirked. “Is that a problem?”

Apparently it wasn’t, because he now cupped one breast, massaging it gently. It was just what she needed, his strong fingers playing with her nipple, his palm imprisoning her tender flesh. She let her head fall back, reveling in his touch, and felt a second hand slide under her turtleneck sweater, seeking out her other breast. Now he was kneading both at the same time. She pulled her lower lip between her teeth to stop herself from crying out at the intense thrill she experienced. Had it really been that long that a man had touched her like that? That simply having a man caress her breasts with such gusto brought her to the brink of an orgasm?

Pearce brought his lips to her ear, drawing the lobe into his mouth to suck on it. All the while, he continued to caress her nipples, to roll them between his fingers and turn them into hard little buds.

“I love those tits,” he whispered into her ear.

To her surprise, she wasn’t shocked at his choice of words, but turned on. He was awakening a side of her that had been dormant for too long.

“Then why don’t you suck them?”

No sooner had she uttered the words than she felt cool air waft against her torso as Pearce pulled her sweater over her head and tossed it somewhere. Then his mouth was on her burning flesh, his lips capturing one nipple, sucking it deep into his mouth, while he massaged both breasts with his hands. He let the wet nipple pop from his mouth and blew against it. A shiver raced down her spine, and she felt goosebumps on her skin. Then his mouth was on her other breast, repeating the sweet torture. He squeezed her flesh harder now, kneading it more urgently, squeezing her two mounds together, before he pressed his face into them.

His breathing was more ragged now, a testament to the effect she had on him. She put her hands on his nape, caressing him, drawing him closer to her, giving him permission to take more, to be even bolder.

And she wanted to feel more, to feel his skin against hers. She lowered her arms and pulled his long-sleeved T-shirt up. He understood what she wanted and helped her rid him of it. Underneath, he was naked.

She didn’t get a chance to run her hands over his bare chest, because he was already drawing her against him, crushing her breasts to his chest. Her nipples, hard and sensitive, seemed to ignite the moment they made contact with his skin. His mouth was on her again, kissing the column of her neck, then he drew back to kiss a path down her front, through the valley of her breasts. There, he licked her, long and slow, while he was cupping her breasts.

“I wanna fuck your tits,” he said, and looked up.

His eyes were filled with pure lust. It was contagious.

“Then fuck them.”

As soon as the words had left her lips, Pearce lifted her up and carried her toward one of the doors. He opened it and entered. It was a bedroom. He kicked the door shut behind him and lowered her onto the bed. With efficient moves, he took off his boots, then opened his pants and stepped out of them. He stood in front of her with only his boxer briefs for barely a second, before those hit the floor too.

His cock sprang free. It was even bigger than she’d imagined it, bigger than it had felt when he’d pressed it against her.

“Oh God,” she murmured. He was beautiful. A perfect male specimen if there ever was one. A muscular chest, a flat stomach, strong legs, and in between them hung the most gorgeous erection she’d ever seen.

And now he was going to fuck her tits with it. She licked her lips and felt a familiar wetness in her panties. As if Pearce knew what she wanted him to do, he opened the button of her pants, lowered the zipper, and pulled them down to her knees. There, he left them, as if he didn’t want her to move too much.

“Please,” she murmured.

He slid one knee onto the mattress, then placed his hand between her legs and pressed against her slit. An appreciative moan issued from his throat, and he moved his hand underneath the soaked fabric. One long finger dove deeper and rubbed along her slit, making her almost lift off the bed.

“Ohh!”

But his finger was gone just as quickly as it had come.

“First your tits,” he murmured, and swung himself over her as if she were the horse and he the rider. “Then your pussy.”