Page 80 of Her Faithful Protector

“Maybe more.”

Her nails scraped the length of his chest beneath his t-shirt. “Take this off,” she commanded.

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Say that again, and I’ll give you trouble,” she warned.

He pulled the shirt over his head and then grinned down at her. “What kind of trouble?”

“Good trouble.”

He felt himself flush as she stared at his chest.

“You’ve changed. I mean, you were always built, but now you have a man’s body, you know?”

Nic chuckled. “Should I take that as a compliment?”

She leaned forward and rubbed her face against his broad chest. “Oh yeah, it’s definitely a compliment.”

Feeling her bare breasts against his body was the best kind of torture imaginable. Then she was kissing him, her lips soft. Then he felt her teeth scrape over his lips and he thought his head might explode.

He walked her backward until her legs hit the end of the bed. He eased her down to a sitting position. He knelt down in front of her.

“Are you sure you’re ready for this?” he asked one last time.

She laughed. “You’re a nut if you have to ask that again.”

He grinned, and then he gripped her panties and pulled them off, flinging them over his shoulder. Her eyes went wide when he widened her thighs.

“Are you going to—”

He looked away from her silken folds and met her eyes. “You bet I am.”

“That was never on the menu before.” She sounded very excited.

“This is the new and improved menu.” He coaxed her legs just a little wider. “Lay back.”

“No, I want to watch.” Yep, she was definitely excited.

His thumbs parted her lower lips and he groaned when he saw how wet she was for him. She was breathing fast and her hand fisted in his short hair. He licked along the seam of her sex and delighted in her moan of excitement. Her taste was unbelievable; clean and tart and all things Cami. He moved upwards and circled his tongue around her clit. She bucked up against him.

“Oh God, Nic.”

Her nails bit into his scalp.

He sucked her swollen bundle of nerves into his mouth, then laved it with his tongue. She began to moan in earnest. Nic slowly slid a finger into her tight sheath and Camilla shuddered. Her channel squeezed his digit hard, she was so close. He sucked harder and went a little deeper and she cried out.

“Nic!” she wailed.

He stood up and helped her to the middle of the bed and laid down beside her. Minutes later, her blue eyes shot open. “Is making love on the menu?” she asked.

“Oh yeah.”

“Then take off those damn jeans.”

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Camilla stretched and reached for Nic, but he wasn’t in bed beside her. She looked at the window and squinted; she could see that the sun was pretty bright behind the blinds. Just how late was it?