For Her Protection-An Alpha Romance(11)

"I bet you could come in a few strokes."

He suddenly pressed down, giving her a few hard swipes over her engorged  nub. Her nerves shot with pleasure and inched toward explosion. Her  chest rose from the table with the air she gulped. Then his fingers were  gone, once more kneading her ass, spreading her cheeks apart.

She knew he looked at her, looked at her where he shouldn't. Need outweighed, outplayed and out-mastered inhibition.

"But you're not going to come so easy are you? You're going to wait ‘til I say, aren't you?"

He pushed two fingers into her entrance-hard. He rocked inside her,  rocked right over a place she didn't know she had. She brought her  knuckles to her mouth, a silent scream parting her lips.

Her mind dissolved, floated into white space. Then his fingers were gone  again and his hand came down on the soft flesh of her bottom with a  snap. Her chest shook.

"Won't you?" he demanded.         

     



 

"Yes, yes I will," she swore.

His fingers returned, driving into her, seeking out the hidden places  inside her and commanding them. Muscles in her abdomen, her back, her  chest, her skin curled, contracted, guttural moans wrung their way out  of her. He pounded her with two long fingers, like no fingering she'd  ever had. This wasn't that-this wasn't foreplay-this was a fuck.

He withdrew from her and she butted her forehead against the desk, her hands curling against her cheeks.

"You ready to come now, kitten?"

She gasped, and panted. Blood pounded in her ears. "Oh, fuck."

"You're not too shy to ask for it are you?" He skimmed her with two  fingers. "You weren't shy when you asked me to kiss you in a bar full of  people, were you?" He moved to her clit again, and everything went  bright. "No, you were a wicked demanding girl."

"Now-yes." She wasn't sure she'd made sense but he continued caressing  her, gently around her clit, too gently to tip her over the edge. Sweat  coated her skin. She wanted to cry. Wanted to come.

He pushed back into her and she sank her teeth into the skin of her hand  hard enough to sting. His fingers rocked in her pussy and his thumb  slipped up behind, pressed against her puckered rear entrance. Her whole  body jerked and she pushed up off her elbows.

He growled, "do you want me to stop?"

His fingers moved against the spongy center of pleasure inside her and  his thumb gently pulsed against her ass. Sensation ravaged her, she  could barely form words. Sweat ran from her cheek down to her lips.

"Don't stop, please don't stop."

He picked up speed and she gave a low moan.

"I want you to give it all up, Charlie."

What the fuck did he mean? Her entire body seemed to turn inside out. What wasn't she giving?

A moan tore through her, and she lost control of her extremities. Her fingers clawed the desk. Her thighs spasmed.

He made a growling sound and hammered her with his fingers. He released  her hair and moved his other hand between her legs from the front and  stroked her. The world shrank, imploded. Her vision blurred and she  convulsed. Her body shook, her forehead rattled against the desk.  Strangled noises that somehow sounded distant crawled out of her.

She sagged, the world swirled. His fingers slowed, became a soothing  caress inside and out as her breathing regulated. His hands left her.  She lay against the desk, her eyes closed. He'd fuck her now, while she  was spent. She didn't know how she'd take it but still she couldn't  wait.

He gently smoothed her skirt down over her behind. She blinked. How was  he going to give it to her with her skirt down? He hovered over her and  stroked his knuckles over her damp cheek before scooping her from the  desk. She didn't have the energy to move, just let him guide her into  his arms.

His lips touched hers like a whisper, brushing lightly over them. Her  eyes opened. He wore an expression she couldn't understand, something  too soft. His lips moved again and he kissed her. His tongue ventured  into her mouth, only a gentle caress of warmth. She melted into him,  brushing her fingers over the stubble of his jaw.

He pulled away and guided her face into his neck. She breathed his  scent, let it fill her to her center, wanting to take in everything she  could of him.

"See, baby, if you trust me, I'll give you what you need."

His words washed over her, made her still-pulsing body grow a little  warmer but she was too limp to react. She let him hold her until she  could draw a full breath again.



Connor held open the door to the rear exit and Charlie stepped through.  The lights glowed dim yellow and silence stretched through the lot. She  backed up, bumping into the body behind her. She swallowed, her mouth  going dry. They'd parked the car too far away, too close to where it had  been the night before when two guys had jumped her. It'd looked so much  more innocent in the morning light.

Connor wrapped his arm around her waist and drew her against his side. "It's okay. I've got your back."

His hand moved against her stomach and she leaned into him, let him lead her to the car.

Charlie gazed across the lot, tapping the tip of her thumbnail against  her teeth. The change between them was palpable. A weight rested in her  chest, so heavy it was a wonder she could sit upright. She wanted to  cry-like sob curled up in a ball cry-and she couldn't understand why.

Connor started the engine. Vibrations rocked through the car. She closed  her eyes for a moment, enjoying the sensation of being in something so  sturdy, inhaling the mild gasoline smell that wafted from the massive  engine. Connor's car suited him. Powerful, hot and a little dirty.         

     



 

He pulled onto the street and rested his hand on her knee. "Everything alright?"

She opened her eyes and turned her head. He looked at her as if he was  her god-damned concerned boyfriend. The weight in her chest got a little  heavier, making it hard to speak.

Connor-her boyfriend. The idea caused the sweetest and most painful ache. "I need to stop somewhere on the way home."

"Okay."

She gave him the directions and stared out the window at the city  rushing by. She'd been so incredibly stupid and naïve to think the  betrayal she'd suffered in her last relationship had made her  impenetrable. That she'd somehow be able to separate the intimacy of the  body and the heart.

And what if this was all some kind of set-up.

Frank had made it clear he'd do whatever it took to stay in control of Halifax. He'd already proved he'd play dirty.

What if he wanted Connor to get close to her … butter her up.

Talk her around.

Her emotions were already opening up to him, softening to him. And they hadn't even had sex.

Yet.

He stroked the skin on the inside of her knee. She tried not to focus on  his touch, tried not to want his caresses to inch up higher, to want  him intimately again. She had no idea what he wanted from her. There'd  be no letting Connor inside her-without letting him inside her. She'd  only ever been with one man, Simon, and as much as she'd hoped to evolve  to the point she could take pleasure where and when she needed it  without getting emotionally involved, apparently she was still the same  romantic she'd been years before.

Romantics get their hearts crushed.

She glanced at Connor. Already she wanted to crawl across the seat and  plant her lips all over his skin. She couldn't continue with him without  ending up wanting more.

The car pulled up on the curb next to a row of luxurious townhomes.

"Is this it?"

Charlie glanced at the familiar buildings.

"Yeah." She unbuckled her seatbelt and curled her fingers around the  door handle. "I need you to wait here for a while. I won't be long,  maybe half an hour."

Connor leaned across her, holding the door closed, without saying a word.

"It's a secure building. No one can get in. You can keep watch out here."

He leaned back, his expression hardening.

She could totally see him in his cop days. He would have been the "bad" cop without having to open his mouth.

"It's called privacy. I believe I'm entitled to have some."

His mouth evened. "Not while I'm around."

"What if you won't like what you see?" Charlie met his gaze.

"If you're going to see another man, say so right now." In the dark of the car his eyes seemed black.

What would he do if she was? He looked as if he'd kill the other guy, but why? Possessiveness, or did he care?

But she wouldn't mess with him to find out.

"It's my father's apartment." She swallowed and leaned back into her  seat. "He doesn't know about what's happening with the threats. I can't  tell him, so I also can't explain you."

Connor didn't move, but the touch on her knee softened. "Then tell him we're together. That will do."

Together.

It sounded far too good and if she did say those words, she might just believe they were true.

"I'd rather not explain you at all."

"Not an option."

Charlie tugged on the door handle. "Fine but you don't say anything about anything-especially about work."