Page 35 of Her Sensual Protector

He smiled seductively. “Wasn’t planning to.”

He looked down where his fingers brushed against her, circling and plucking. Daisy was shaking. He caught her around her back and held her up as he continued his sexual torture. He loved watching her face as she climbed the ladder toward ecstasy.

He listened to her little cries of need, watched as her face suffused with color and her hair thrashed around her head. Nothing in his life had ever been as sexy as seeing Daisy reach for her release.

“Leo,” she wailed as her hands grabbed his biceps.

“Come for me, Daisy,” he said as he teased her flesh a little harder, just a little more, watching her face.

Her body shuddered, her eyes got wide, and then it hit her and she shouted out his name.

“Leo!”

“I’ve got you, Sweetheart.”

She slumped forward and he pulled her close. For long moments, Leo did nothing more than hold her trembling body close to his, murmuring words of praise and comfort. Finally, she pushed up, her gray eyes glittering with mischief.

“Uh-oh.”

“I call for a do-over.”

“Are you saying you didn’t like that?” Leo teased.

“Oh, you know I did, but I know a way we could both like it better.”

He pushed back a stray lock of hair away from her cheek. “Daisy, listen to me, seeing you come apart in my arms, was one of the best moments of my life.”

11

“Do you want to talk about what was bothering you now?” Leo asked.

Daisy couldn’t understand what he was saying. Was he crazy? Hell to the no. A lady never left a gentleman wanting. At least not in her codebook.

She leaned forward and once again cupped his face. She loved the feel of his scruff against the palm of her hands. She knew she was going to have whisker burn on her breasts, and wasn’t that the best? It had just added another dimension of pleasure along with his tongue and lips.

“No, Daisy, no kisses, talk,” he protested. She bit his sexy lower lip and he groaned. Then she pressed her lips against his for a soft and gentle kiss. The man deserved love and care after all the beauty and bliss he had just provided to her.

Daisy felt his fingers spreading through the strands of her hair as he held her head, getting into the kiss. She scooched back a bit so that her bottom nestled his erection. He groaned into her mouth. There would be no more talking.

She began to move her hands, tracing them down the strong line of his neck, ever downward to the curls of chest hair.

Does anything feel better than this?

Daisy found his nipples and scraped her fingernails over them.

“Jesus,” he groaned.

Ah, he liked that.

She pushed up and back so that she was straddling his hips and not his stomach. At long last, she was looking at his beautiful erection.

Daisy used her thumb to stroke from the bottom of his shaft to just below the head, her eyes darting between what she was doing and Leo’s glittering expression. He hissed out a breath between gritted teeth.

She did it again.

And again.

Then she tried to enclose his length with one of her small hands, but it didn’t quite work, so she used both hands and squeezed.