Page 32 of Ruthless Protector

No fucking way could I deny her that.

I just hoped like hell she didn’t hate my guts for it now.

I grunted when I swiped another cushion off the couch, and winced. All I could think about was that tight little body clinging to me, rolling and grinding, the taste of her tongue. That kiss, fuck, she had my head spinning, my gut knotted, and my cock so hard it felt like a hot, iron bar shoved down the front of my jeans.

“You can use these.”

Her voice drifted over me, reigniting my blood, and I had to draw in a steadying breath before I turned to face her.

She handed me a pillow and blanket. Our fingers brushed lightly when she did, sending a jolt through me that went right to my aching balls.

Her pale pink hair was a little wild, her lips still puffy from our kisses, her nipples tight and hard, pressing against her tank. My mouth watered.

I shoved my fingers through my hair, and then remembered the way she’d pulled on it. I wondered how much harder she’d pull if my head had been buried between her thighs…

“Look, about what happened…” She crossed her arms. “We’re both adults. We fooled around, whatever, right?”

Her cheeks were pink now and I wanted to pull her back into my arms. “Right,” I said cautiously, not sure where she was going with this.

“I mean, I’m sorry you, uh…you didn’t get to, um…” Her eyes dropped to the bulge at the front of my jeans, which did not help the situation one damn bit. “But um, let’s not make a big deal of it, okay?”

“Big deal?” I echoed, still not sure what she was trying to say.

She crossed her arms, lifting her handful-sized tits higher, and I had to bite back a groan.

“Yeah, let’s just forget it happened. I was kinda freaked, and you were…”

She stalled, obviously not sure what I was. She wasn’t the only one.

“Anyway, let’s just, you know, forget it.” She shrugged unconvincingly. “I was most definitely distracted. You’ve done your good deed for the day.”

Okay, that successfully doused the lust still riding me. “You’re serious?” I asked, unable to hide my disbelief.

Her eyes stayed sharp and on me. “Yes.”

I shook my head. Christ, the woman was as deep in her own shit as I was. So deep, she was goddamn blind. I may not be looking for any kind of serious relationship, but I knew that what happened tonight didn’t end here. She’d just climbed me like Everest and kissed me like her life depended on it. We’d dry humped like rutting fucking animals until I was forced to cover her mouth, so her screams didn’t wake her niece, then watched her come apart for me in a way I would never forget—and she thought that was it?

She was fooling herself, but she sure as fuck wasn’t fooling me.

Her eyes kept dropping to my cock, and when they weren’t there, they were on my mouth. She wanted more, like I did, but if she wanted to pretend what just happened was a one off, who was I to burst her bubble.

“Sure,” I said. “Whatever you say, honey.” And turned away.

Good luck sleeping tonight, beautiful. I know I sure as hell won’t be.

Throwing the pillow and the blanket on the couch, I pulled my shirt over my head, tossed it on a chair, then grunted when I yanked open the front of my jeans, freeing my dick. My boxer briefs strained crudely, my cock perfectly outlined through the soft cotton. I was about to reach down and adjust it when I heard a strangled noise behind me. I turned around.

Willa was still standing by the door. I thought she’d left.

Her eyes moved over me, my chest, abs, thighs…cock.

“You change your mind, sweetheart?” I said, voice coming out harsher than I’d expected.

Her eyes flew up to mine. “What? No.”

She didn’t move.

I lifted a brow.