Page 87 of Her Tempting Protector

Cullen’s mouth surrounded the tip of her breast and he lashed at her with his tongue. Vaguely she heard her whimpers of pleasure. She wanted to tell him not to stop. She wanted to beg him for something more because she was coming apart, but she couldn’t make words form. She tried to lift her hands to guide him, but they wouldn’t work.

She watched through slitted eyes as he pulled off her jeans and panties. Every nerve in her body tingled, and she felt every rub of cloth. Her skin was too sensitive. It was all too much. It wasn’t enough.

“God, you’re gorgeous,” he breathed.

Say something.

“Take…” She languidly lifted one arm.

“What, Honey?”

“You now.”

He bent over her, his clothes rasping along her tender skin.

“What do you want, Carys?”

“You. Naked. Now.”

Cullen’s laugh was throaty. She shivered as it hit every erogenous zone in her body.

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Don’t lose it now, Lyons.

She shoved at his sweater collar with a whine of frustration. He knelt up on the bed and ripped it up over his head and threw it onto the floor. Her hand reached for the button of his jeans, but he wasn’t having it. A man needed a little bit of time and space to accomplish all his goals.

“Nuh-uh,” he admonished, as he gently pushed her hands away. He was careful not to grab her wrists or do anything to restrain her. When she tried again, he leaned forward for another deep, lush, long kiss. He’d had dreams about her lips, not one of them had come even close to reality.

He rubbed his chest hair against the hard tips of her breasts as he continued to savor the heady rush that came from kissing Carys Adams. She filled the missing place in his heart, and he couldn’t get enough of her. He combed his fingers through her beautiful hair and loved the way it spilled across his pillow.

I have her. She’s finally in my bed.

Her hands rested beside her head now, and Cullen traced his fingertips from her palms down to her collarbone. Then he trailed farther down to her gorgeous, delicately formed breasts and traced circles around her areolas. Carys’ breathing turned harsh and her head began to toss side to side. He sucked a nipple into his mouth while lightly tugging on the other.

She drew in a deep breath then groaned.

“Carys?”

“Oh, yes. I like this.”

Thank God.

He continued to lave and lick her tender nub, as his other hand trailed down her stomach to reach the damp curls. Carys parted her legs, but as soon as his fingers touched her sex, she clamped her legs closed on his hand, holding him captive exactly where he wanted to be. Cullen was nobody’s fool. He took advantage.

He moved his head up and rested his forehead against hers so he could look into green eyes dark with desire. Then he moved two fingers ever so slowly against her tender, wet flesh. Her eyes grew wide and she licked her lips. He continued his languid strokes for long minutes until she gradually relaxed.

Thank ever loving fuck he’d left his jeans on, otherwise he would have lost it by now.

“Cullen?”

“Right here, Baby,” he rasped.

Her thighs parted. “I need you.”

With one finger he tested her depth.

Damn, she was so tight. “Soon.”