Page 64 of Her Intense Protector

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Ezio was going to end up with zipper burn on his dick if he didn’t get out of his jeans soon, but oh how he was enjoying Samantha in his arms. He knew she’d been nervous, and he didn’t want to do anything that might spoil their time together, so he would take this as slow as he needed to, no matter how much scarring he ended up with.

She tasted so good. Her lips had tasted like tangerines, but even better was the taste of just Samantha as he nuzzled her neck and savored her breasts. This woman was magnificent, and she didn’t have a clue.

“Enough,” she squeaked as she yanked on his hair. Hard.

Ezio huffed out a laugh as he looked down at her reddened nipple, and then her impassioned, dazed face. “What now?”

“I…I…don’t know.”

“I’ve got a couple of ideas.” Ezio got up off the bed and almost sang the Hallelujah Chorus when he shucked his jeans. Served him right; next time he hopped out of the shower intent on seducing Samantha, he’d definitely wear underwear under his jeans.

He grinned when he saw Sam up on both elbows watching him. A slow satisfied smile was easing itself across her face.

“My own slice of heaven,” she said.

“That’s my line, only you’re still dressed.”

“No, I’m not.”

He slid back up the bed and tugged at the small silk panties she was wearing. “Yes, you are. But not for long.” He heard her suck in her breath as he pulled off that last bit of clothing and tossed it in the same pile as her bra and T-shirt.

“Open your legs for me, Samantha.”

Her eyes widened at the decadent request. She bit her bottom lip, but this was the woman who’d joined an underground poker game, and she wasn’t going to back down from such a simple request. Nope. She slowly parted her legs under Ezio’s watchful eye, and he saw the glistening petals of her sex, proving she was just as aroused as he was.

“Lovely,” he whispered.

She blushed at the compliment.

Once again Ezio eased his leg between hers, his hair abrading her core as he moved upwards to cup her face. Samantha cried out at the sensation. So goddamned responsive. He held her still for another ferocious kiss, needing this connection—he felt like his world would end if he didn’t make her his. She wrapped her legs around his, trying to increase the sensation. He knew how she felt, as his engorged sex pulsed against her soft belly.

His kiss was greedy and she matched him. There wasn’t anything he did where Sam wasn’t right there with him. Her hands were out of his hair, and now were clawing at his biceps as her whole body arched against him, trying to find ways to increase contact. Ezio was more than happy to indulge her need and rubbed his chest against her aching breasts and moved his thigh against the tender nub of her sex. She panted and moaned at all the intense sensations streaking through her body. He watched as her eyes darkened to the color of a midnight sea.

She turned her head away from their kiss, then raked her teeth against his neck. “Ezio, it’s all too much. But not enough.”

He laughed, because he understood.

God, did he understand.

“Just a little more, Samantha.”

He wooed her back into kissing him as he slipped a hand between their bodies and touched the apex of her thighs, finding her swollen clit. Her head thrashed but he held her fast with her hair and continued to kiss and kiss and kiss her. Even as he did, he circled her sensitive bud of nerves, over and over again, until Sam bit his bottom lip and cried out his name in a long drawn-out breath of pleasure.

He reached under his pillow and found the condom he’d stashed earlier. Samantha was a smiling weak version of her normal self. “You with me, Brooks?” he asked in a teasing voice.

She watched avidly as he ripped open the condom wrapper and sheathed himself.

“Are you kidding? I’ve dreamt of this, when I’ve been in that darned guest room.” Samantha admitted.

“I fantasized about it after the first time I met you. I haven’t been able to get you out of my head for months. Now I know why.”

She frowned. “Why?”

“You’re the stuff dreams are made of.” His big hand spread across her belly, his fingers splaying up to her sternum, while his lower body made a place for himself between her legs and she welcomed him like he’d always belonged there.

He pressed into the tight depths of Samantha’s warm welcoming body and felt like he was coming home. He watched every expression that crossed her face, making sure she was okay with what he was doing.