Page 81 of Guarding Over You
“Which I appreciate, but I don’t need it now. Not tonight. I won’t regret this. I know you’re worried about that, but it’s not going to happen. You, you’re what I want right now. What I need. Someone to hold on to me and tell me that maybe it won’t be okay, but for the moment, it’s going to be safe.”
“You’re positive?”
“I’ve never been so positive in my life.”
She pulled him toward the stairs after flipping the light, walked to her room and shut the door.
He laid the gun on the dresser, out of sight, but not really out of mind.
He’d get her there though starting with his kiss.
She pulled his head down, his mouth landing on hers, his tongue moving in, a whisper of a caress. Gentle, almost tender.
It was exactly what she needed tonight. To be transported to another world. Another plane of emotions.
Not one that made her heart race with fear, but one with hope.
He lifted her in his arms, carried her to the bed and laid her down, then stood and stopped. “I don’t have any protection on me here.”
She rolled to the bedside table, opened a drawer and pulled out an unopened box. “I’ve been kind of planning this.”
He smiled, the soft warm look in his eyes quickly overridden by desire.
It was the answer she was waiting for. For him not to find a reason for this night to be halted.
She reached for the hem of her T-shirt and pulled it over her head, then dropped the straps of her bra down her shoulders, removing that garment also, and tossing it away.
“You’re beautiful,” he said, one knee landing on the bed, then the other, his mouth capturing hers, his hand cupping her breast, his thumb brushing her hardened nipple.
“Don’t talk,” she said. “Let’s just feel.”
She inched back toward the pillows, the weight of her body shifting her to lie down, his mouth moving from her lips to her neck, trailing down her chest and latching onto where his thumb had been bringing her body to life.
He treasured her for moments, the heat of his tongue, the coolness of his breath, the combination causing a light to be lit in her core, making her hips lift for more contact.
It was as if he read her actions and maybe her thoughts by continuing on his journey down. His large fingers slipped around the elastic of her shorts and glided them down her legs with her underwear landing somewhere on the floor.
His mouth placed the gentlest of kisses over her hips, down to her trim mound, then in between when she spread her legs apart for him to settle in, telling him with actions what she craved.
He didn’t leave her waiting. Didn’t leave her wanting.
He tasted the most intimate part of her, lapped her up, found her swollen bud and pulled it in so deep her back arched and her voice sang.
She was so close. So damn close.
“Blaze,” she pleaded.
“I’ve got you, baby. Just let it out.”
The minute a finger was inserted deep inside she had no control of anything. Her body was spinning, it was spiraling, her eyes shut and she gave herself over to the man who was touching more than her body. He was claiming her heart.
Her knees were bent, her hips were lifting, the pulsing so intense she felt as if she was going to weep.
And when she settled back to gather her breath, he was leaning on one elbow when she opened her eyes, peering at her, a massive, accomplished grin on his face.
“Wow.”
He laughed. “Feel better?”
