For Her Protection(35)

He stayed still, must have known she needed a chance to adjust to his intrusion. Pressure filled her abdomen, made her roll her hips. He touched every corner of her with his girth.

“Now, baby, now you can come. With me in you.”

He withdrew, purposefully but with restraint, then surged back in. Her muscles tightened, she was so ready and his cock felt as if it was created to rock her G-spot.

Moisture flooded her and when he pulled out, he slid with ease. He went from restrained to unleashed, grasping her hips and tilting her center to him, pumping into her. She reached out and touched his abs, glorified in the ridged nuances flexing with each thrust. He scooped up her hands and pushed them over her head, driving into her savagely. She lay stretched out beneath him, could do nothing but surrender—give in completely. Let him fuck every thought out of her head, fuck every morsel of tension into a ball of electric energy that centered in her pussy.

The grip on her wrists shifted and he grasped her jaw, covered her mouth with his and kissed her. His tongue stroked her mouth, filled it in the same delicious rhythm. He consumed her, from fingertips to toes. No escape. Kissing him, fucking him, breathing him in, tasting him. Her vision splintered, her limbs twisted, an orgasm crashed over her. Pleasure exploded in waves, shook her in its thunderous fist.

She moaned into his mouth, shuddered and convulsed. He ate her cries with his lips as if he could taste the flavor of her ecstasy. He took her harder, faster. Pumped into her until new tension buzzed through her core. He reached between them and touched her clit, forcing that tension into a sweeter sensation.

The world narrowed, everything else slipping from importance. Nothing mattered except the energy between them. His gaze on her. He stroked her clit, using firm, quick strokes, matching the tempo of his cock. Another orgasm gripped her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and sank her teeth into his shoulder.

She shook and tasted the scent of soap on his body mingled with the tang of sweat. He groaned and pushed home, his cock butted her tender cervix as he came. He collapsed on top of her, his hips still rocking, wringing every last ounce of pleasure from her.

Finally he stilled but remained inside her. He rolled them onto their sides and pulled her thigh over his hip to hold her close. He breathed into her hair, arms wrapped around her, stroked her from shoulder to hip. Tenderness wormed its way inside her chest, made her believe life had just changed. He hadn’t lied.

She was his.



Connor rubbed his cheek against the silkiness of her hair. He could live to be a thousand and he would always remember the feel of it against his skin—the soft, feminine scent. Like something he could eat—a cupcake…maybe vanilla.

Charlize curled into him, stroking her fingertips over his collarbone. He knew why. She couldn’t stop touching him just as he couldn’t stop touching her.

Taking her hadn’t quelled his desire for her, only hooked him on her sensuous brand of love.

This created a problem. Because now sex wasn’t enough. He wanted all of her—every single stubborn, sexy bit. Yeah he wanted to fuck her in every way, in every place a woman could be fucked. No barriers, no limits, he’d take everything. But worse he wanted her close, only a breath away from him. Not to protect her, but because he craved her presence, because now something deeper tethered him to her.

She snuggled closer and her soft breast grazed his chest. He ignored the way his cock, still buried in her, stirred. Having her again so soon would only hurt her. He smiled into her hair.

He’d give her a few hours.

Charlize lifted her head and gazed at him. Her eyes hit him like they did that first time, warm and golden, but this time they were truly open.

He smiled and touched her chin dimple with his thumb. She smiled back, a fucking sweet smile that winded him. She looked as if she’d lost five years…so damn young and pretty.

But then he knew this would happen, knew if he broke through her barbed-wire-enforced guard, she’d be sugar underneath. And that hidden sweetness had turned the dirtiest fucking of his life into the most intimate.

“I’ve been wondering,” she said, her smile twisting into something more mischievous. “What would you have done if I’d said I wanted to be in control?”

Connor raised a brow but couldn’t help mirroring her grin. “I’d have let you think you were.”

“So you’d have done whatever I said?” She trailed her fingers over his shoulder and tilted her face, looking up at him from under lowered lashes.

He caught her hand and brought her fingers to his lips, nipping the tip of one. “Did it look like I have a problem eating pussy?” he breathed against them.