Page 86 of Her Chosen Protector

“Cock. Now.”

“Ouch.” Ash stopped sucking when Eden grabbed his hair. She was staring him in the face.

“I want us to make love now. Please?” she begged.

He laughed.

“What is it, Honey? Cock now, or make love?”

She bit her lip. “What’s going to get you out of your pants the fastest? Tell me and I’ll say it.”

“Then lean back and let me make you come.” He kissed her. All that time, his fingers kept up the torturous pace, but now his thumb was circling her clit. He felt her shivering. She was close. Asher leaned forward and took a swollen nipple into his mouth.

“Ashhh…”

God, she smelled like peaches.

The shivering turned to shuddering. “I’m so close.”

He flicked his thumb harder on her sensitive bud, while he enjoyed himself at her breast. She was so soft, even better than his memories. No, he hadn’t been wrong, he was all kinds of right about everything.

He felt her melt against his fingers as she shook in orgasm and grabbed his head against her heart.

After the long last tremor ended, she looked at him. “Please be with me. Please?”

Asher grabbed a condom out of his pants pocket and then shucked out of them. He moved beside her. Her fingers tangled gently in his chest hair. “I don’t want you to hurt,” she whispered.

He took her hand and brought it to curl around his erection. “This is what’s hurting. Please help put me out of my misery,” he laughed roughly.

She stroked him up and down. He handed her the condom and she opened it. Then he slid it on.

She gave him a wary look. “Should I be on top?”

Asher winced at the thought of anything being on top of his incision. “Uhm, no. I think we’re going for missionary, Honey. If that works for you.” He smiled down at her.

“I’ve dreamed about being wrapped in your arms, covered by you, having you inside me. That would be perfect.”

Asher closed his eyes so he could get himself under control. She still had a way of creating

pictures in his mind. Asher couldn’t take in enough of Eden’s body—she was like a beautiful sultry banquet, created just for him. The stockings had to come off. He needed to see her, not any prop.

As he started to roll down the thigh-high from her right leg, she protested.

“I thought you liked those.”

“Not as much as I love your body. I want your body, heart, mind, and soul laid bare.”

He saw her bite her lip.

“Asher—”

“I know I’m asking for a lot, but we’ll get there. I almost died. Twice. I know what I want. It’s you.” He kissed his way down her leg until he got to the bottom of her foot, where he laved the slight scar she had on the bottom of her foot. “Does this hurt?”

She shook her head.

When her stockings were gone, he slid up to wrap his arm around her head, holding her, and then dipped down for a long, slow kiss. When she started undulating upwards, he stroked his hand down her ribcage. He played with her nipple until it pebbled, then he plucked and she groaned.

“More. Harder.”