Protecting His Forever(17)

I tuck Sydney close to my chest and stand up, then carry her upstairs to bed. She weighs basically nothing in my arms—she’s so fragile.

Spotting her clothes lying on the floor in one of the rooms, I walk into that one. Gently, I set her down on the bed and pull the covers over her. She stirs and her eyes open.

Leaning forward, I kiss her forehead and whisper in her ear, “Goodnight, baby.”

Backing up, I move to go downstairs when her hand wraps around my forearm. “Stay.” Her voice is a mere whisper.

“Sydney,” I start to argue.

Her eyes open and she whispers, “Please.”

Sighing, I nod my head before going to the other side of the bed. Unbuttoning my jeans, I strip down to my boxers. Sliding under the covers, she immediately moves over so her head is lying on my shoulder.

Her brown hair fans out behind her. My arm goes around her hugging her close. Her leg goes over one of mine so nothing is separating us.

“Goodnight, Kane.”

“Goodnight, sweetheart.” Kissing the top of her head, I fall into a deep sleep that I haven’t had in years.

Sydney

Stretching my arms above my head, I notice a heavy weight pressing against my body. Cracking one tired eye open, I look down. Kane is lying on top of me. His head is lying on the crook of my neck. My legs are on either side of him. One arm is under my body and the other is wrapped on the other side my neck.

My hands go to his back—smooth and warm. Raising my hand slightly so only my nails are on his skin, I drag my nails up his back and deep into his hair. His head rolls to the side a little and his warm breath sends goosebumps down my arms and neck.

“Good morning,” Kane murmurs before raising up on his elbows. His erection hits my clit when he raises up. Hissing, my head shoots back exposing my neck. Tilting my hips, he hits my clit again.

“Sydney,” Kane chokes out. His body tense with need.

Letting out a deep breath, I look at Kane. His eyes search my face before he tugs the bottom of my shirt up so my breasts are exposed.

He stares down at them for a second not moving. My hands move up to cover them up, feeling embarrassed.

“No, don’t do that.” He stops my hands and looks up at my face. “You’re beautiful.” His hands run over my belly and around the swell of my breasts. His mouth descends to my nipple and sucks deep.

“Oh God.” My hands to go his head to hold him to me. The feeling shoots straight down to my pussy making me dripping wet.

His other hand slips into my sweats and his fingers trail my inner thigh. Shuddering, I wait in anticipation. He switches to one finger and trails it around my pussy, not touching my lips but close enough to drive me crazy.

“Do you want my fingers, baby?” he growls into my ear.

“God, yes.” My hands go to his hand and I slam his mouth onto mine.

His fingers are on my lips now. Shifting my hips, I try to get him closer. His finger taps my clit and my legs squeeze him tighter. Moaning into his mouth, I dig my hand into his back.

“I got you, baby,” he whispers against my lips before capturing my mouth in a kiss that has my toes curling.

His thumb circles my clit. Hissing, I pull him closer to me wanting more. Needing more. A finger slips into my pussy, and I clench around his finger at the intrusion. He gently pushes his finger in and out.

My breathing becomes rapid and labored. Throwing my head back, the burn in my belly intensifies. His finger curls and rubs this spot that has me crying out. His teeth clamp around my nipple and he bites slightly. My back arches off the bed as the powerful orgasm plows through me.

Collapsing onto the bed, I try to catch my breath. I can feel Kane looking at me. Blushing, I put my arms over my face. Oh my God. Did that really just happen?

“You’re the most beautiful thing I have ever seen,” he tells me softly as his hand rubs my cheek bone tenderly.

My eyes meet his, and I’m overcome with emotion. The way he is looking at me, it’s like I’m his world. Closing my eyes, I lay my head back down on the bed. This is a dream. Stuff like this doesn’t happen to me.

A bit of pain on my nipple has me yelping. Raising up on my elbows, I look down at Kane shocked. He just bit my nipple.

“No, you’re not asleep.” He chuckles before bending down to lick my aching nipple.

Grabbing the pillow beside my head, I hit him with it before climbing off the bed, pulling my shirt down as I go. Should I tell him I’m a twenty-four-year-old virgin? I have never considered giving that part of me to any man I’ve ever dated. This with Kane is different. This man could own every part of me.

He is lying on the bed with his elbow propped up, his head resting in his hand. His abs and tattoos are on display. God, he’s sexy.