For Her Protection(36)

Charlize tugged her hand away and slapped his arm gently. “Is that as creative as you think I am?”

Connor chuckled and shrugged. Fuck no, but teasing her too fun to resist.

She looked at him all big-eyed and innocent. “How do you know I wouldn’t have rimmed your ass?” She twirled her finger for effect.

Connor’s jaw slacked. The cheeky little brat. Like hell she’d touch his ass but if that’s how she wanted to play it…

He grabbed the thigh still tucked over his hip and rolled onto her. His cock had been hard again before he’d rolled them, now there was no suppressing his renewed hunger. He slid his hand between their joined bodies and cupped her ass. Her sweet, round ass.

“Did you like that, baby? Is that what you want, more ass play?”

He looked down at her. Her mouth opened slightly, wild strands of hair escaped her braid, her cheeks were red, her eyes wide. Something in her expression stopped him. Not the hint of embarrassment but rather the way her lips quivered slightly and her features softened.

He swallowed, sensing something that hadn’t been before. A hint of vulnerability that told him they weren’t playing anymore.

Their first time had been like a dare—this was real. Just him and her, nothing else. And it fucking took him apart. He couldn’t help kissing those lips, breathing in her sweet breath.

How had he ever thought she was hard when she was so very, very soft? He kissed her gently, touched her cheeks, her hair, felt the pulse in her neck with his stroking thumb. He pushed into her, held her close, whispered things he barely understood. Not fucking, he finally understood what it really meant to make love. When she came, she looked like a fucking angel. He soaked in her beauty, her joy, and it pushed him to the edge.

And sent him freefalling.





Chapter Ten




She took her time in the shower, ran her hands over her body. Her flesh felt different. Reddened patches dotted her skin. Connor’s stubble had left his brand on her. Charlize slipped a soapy hand between her legs and gasped. Her pussy was deliciously tender, satisfyingly sore. Not that the soreness would stop her if he walked in and took her against the shower wall. She tilted back her face and let the warm water cascade over her skin. He hadn’t joined her. Maybe he thought she’d had enough. He’d asked after that second time if she was okay, if he’d hurt her.

Odd since he’d been so tender. So tender she could barely look at him afterward. Her skin warmed from more than hot water. How would she face him?

She was naked to him now, no shields to protect her…he’d taken them all away.

They should have stopped after that first time. Now it was too late. She’d never have enough. She’d be like a kid, gorging herself on candy until she spewed. Because no matter how yummy, too much of a good thing was bad for you.

And Connor was the worst, most addictive and most hazardous kind of treat.

She finished her shower and dressed in jeans and a tee then found Connor in the kitchen. The sight of him freshened up, stark white T-shirt hugging muscles she could still feel above her, made her want to run back to her room. But she swallowed, stepped forward and slipped into cooler, more collected headspace. “So how does this work? You follow me around everywhere I need to go?”

Connor leaned against her counter, one leg crossed over the other. “That’s about the gist of it. Except today you’re going to have to come with me to my place. I need a few things and my razor or you’ll be sacrificing some skin.”

Her chest unclenched a little and warmed. Today hadn’t been a onetime thing, he planned on more. Her biggest fear and greatest fantasy all rolled into one.

She stepped up to him, snatched his cola from the counter and took a gulp. He watched her drink. She placed the can back down and grinned.

They may as well face the truth, while he was protecting her there would be no denying their mutual desire. They may as well enjoy the passion they shared while it lasted.

“Fine but I need a dress for the Seattle Business Awards night. Are you going to follow me around while I shop? You’ll get arrested as a stalker.”

He reached out and grabbed her hips. “Don’t worry about me, baby, I’m giving you the boyfriend experience.”

“So you plan to look bored and tell me to hurry up the whole time?”

He chuckled softly. “I won’t tell you to hurry up.” He patted her hip. “We better get going then, your wantonness has cost us the morning.”

“My wantonness?”

She stepped back as he moved around her for his keys with a look that suggested she’d reacted to his statement exactly as he’d wanted her to. Bastard loved riling her up. She grabbed her handbag and jacket and followed him out to his car.