Page 18 of My Girl to Protect
Then her eyes flutter open. Warm, hazel eyes, still soft with sleep. She blinks up at me. Confused for half a second. Then she remembers, and her cheeks go pink instantly.
“Hi,” she says softly.
My chest tightens, harder this time. That smile is for me. “Morning, angel.”
She tucks her face against my chest, shy all over again, like last night didn’t happen. I huff a quiet breath and slide my hand to her chin, lifting it gently.
“Don’t hide,” I say.
“I’m not,” she whispers.
“You are.”
Her lush, pink lips press together, drawing my eye. Then I lean in, slowly. Our lips meet, soft and warm. Her hand curls into my chest. I deepen the kiss slightly, swallowing her soft moan. Not rushing. Savoring the taste of her.
My hand slides down to her breast, caressing softly. She gasps and exhales softly against my mouth, and that’s it. That small sound, that quiet breath—it wrecks me. My cock hardens, and the need to fuck her intensifies.
She’s not ready.
I pull back just enough to look at her. She whimpers softly in protest, and it takes all my control not to drag her back in my arms. I sit up. “You’re not ready, Cammi. We need to stop before I lose total control.” I warn, my voice rough with need.
She sits up beside me, letting the sheet fall. My hands circle her waist on their own. She holds my gaze with eyes dark with need, lips still swollen from my kisses.
“I’m ready, Noah. I want this,” she says softly. Not scared. Not unsure. Wanting.
My grip tightens slightly at her waist before I force myself to ease off. “Cammi,” I say, my voice lower than I intended. “You don’t know what you’re asking—”
“I know.” She cuts me off, smiling gently.
Her fingers slide up my chest, slow and unsure at first, like she’s still learning what feels right. Then they settle, pressing lightly against me. “I know,” she repeats, softer this time. “But I want to.”
I hold her gaze. “You’re sure?”
She nods. There’s still a trace of shyness there, but it’s steady now. Grounded. “Yes,” she whispers. “I want…all of you.”
The words hit harder than they should.All of me. If she only knew what that meant.
A muscle ticks in my jaw. For a second, I hesitate—not because I don’t want her, but because I do. Too much. Enough to make me doubt every instinct I’ve learned to trust.
Because wanting her like this? It’s not just physical. It’s the other thing, the thing that edges dangerously close toward control, toward holding too tight, toward taking more than I should. Part of me wants to bind her wrists and draw it out. Take her to the edge and hold her there, make her beg before I let her fall.
All of this—she can’t know that. Not yet. Not her first time. My depraved thoughts and desire to have total control will be too much for her.
“You don’t know what you’re asking for,” I rasp.
Her brows pull together slightly. “Then show me.”
The quiet determination in her eyes undoes me. I exhale slowly, trying to steady myself, but it’s useless. She’s looking atme, soft and open and trusting, and I know I’m already losing this fight.
“Angel…” I warn, my thumb brushing lightly along her jaw.
“I trust you,” she says. Simple. Honest. Final.
And that’s the moment everything shifts. She lets go of the sheet, and I inhale sharply. My cock surges at the sight of her pale flesh. Light pink areolas, tightening before my gaze.
I release a loud groan. “Fuck, angel. You’re gorgeous,” I breathe out.
Her cheeks pinken with shyness, but it doesn’t stop her responsive whimper. Tension heightens in the room as I drink in her exposed skin, drawing things out. Palpable need and soft breathing permeate the room.
