Dangerous Protector (Red Stone Security #14)(24)

Her cheeks were bright crimson now. “Aaron…”

A groan tore from him. “I love it when you say my name.” He’d imagined her saying it under very different circumstances.

A shudder racked her and she took a step forward. She lifted a hand as if to touch him, but dropped it just as quickly. “I’m not ready for…a relationship. So much is going on and you’re a dad and…I just, I don’t think it would work.”

Every single thing she said was an excuse. “Do you want me?”

She blinked those pretty blue eyes. “Yes, of course.”

The way she said of course, as if the need was a given, made his cock even harder. “Then that’s all that matters. If you want to keep things between us casual, whatever happens can be just between us.” Complete and utter bullshit, but he was going to get through her barriers. Whatever she seemed to think wouldn’t work between them, he’d just tear up all her excuses one day at a time until there was nothing keeping them apart. If that meant keeping things between them quiet, that was okay. For now.

She bit her bottom lip. “Really?” The word was a whisper. He could see that she wanted to kiss him, that he was breaking through her defenses.

He advanced on her and she took a step back. He kept moving until her back was against the wall by the staircase and he was pressed against her from chest to groin.

Her breathing was erratic as she looked up at him. His cock pressed hard against her abdomen. There was no way she could doubt he wanted her.

When she placed tentative hands on his chest, he slowly lowered his head, giving her enough time to tell him to stop. If she didn’t, absolutely nothing was going to interrupt them this time.

Her eyes started to close and she leaned up to meet him. She let out a little sigh of pleasure as their lips finally touched.

Even though he wanted to slide his fingers through her thick hair, the twist looked complicated and he didn’t want to mess it up. He gently gripped the side of her neck and part of her jaw so that he could feel her pulse point.

It was going crazy.

She moaned into his mouth as he kissed her and nipped at his bottom lip. He loved the feel of her tongue and sweet kisses. He wasn’t sure how long he lost himself in tasting her, their mouths and tongues teasing each other.

When she arched into him, rubbing against him with her whole body, he pulled back just a fraction so he could kiss a path along her jaw and neck. She sucked in a breath when he reached the juncture of her neck and shoulder.

His control was close to breaking, his cock rock hard, but right now was about her. He wanted to worship her entire body, to spend hours learning all her curves. For now, he was going to taste her as she came against his face. He was going to get her addicted to him and he wanted to stake a claim on her sweet body. She’d be thinking about him all night after this, about how he’d made her feel.

Her hands slid through his short hair, her fingers gripping him as he bent down in front of her. He looked up the length of her body to see her staring down at him, her blue eyes bright with hunger.

Keeping his gaze locked on hers, he reached under the puffy skirt of her dress, his hands skimming up the outside of her smooth thighs until he reached the silky material of her panties. Oh so slowly, he tugged them down her legs, his heart pounded wildly.

Her breath caught in her throat as she stepped out of them. But she spread her legs apart just a little wider, the invitation clear.

This was hotter, more intense than he’d fantasized about. The skirt of her dress had too much material to shove up to her waist and stay in place, so he ducked his head under it. This was sexier anyway. Not being able to see her while he pleasured her, just hearing her moans. He wondered if she’d be loud or restrained. Either choice was a good one but he wanted to hear her go crazy and let go.

She let out a yelp of surprise as he moved between her legs and lifted one over his shoulder, draping it across his back and giving him all the access he needed.

The dim light of the foyer filtered through enough that he could see her sweet *. She was completely bare—shaved or waxed, he couldn’t tell. Didn’t matter. The sight made him groan. Before he tasted her, he dipped a finger between her folds.

She was soaked. The knowledge that she was turned on because of him sent another rush of heat spiraling through him.

Whatever excuses she came up with as for why now wasn’t the right time for a relationship, she couldn’t deny the chemistry they had together. That would have been impossible to do and be believable. He’d been fighting it from the moment he met the feisty woman.

Her hips rolled as he slid his finger deeper inside her. It was strange not being able to see her face, but incredibly sexy to be solely focused on her * and have her literally trembling as she waited to feel what he’d do.

“Aaron.” She moaned out his name, as if begging him to do more.

He would gladly oblige. Burying his face between her legs, he flicked his tongue up the length of her wet folds. She groaned, her hips bucking against him as he teased her.

Her taste and scent were sweet perfection against his tongue. Almost as sweet as the little sounds of pleasure she was making. He was surprised by how loud she was, her pleas for him to do more making his cock even harder, something he hadn’t thought possible.

“My clit, my clit,” she moaned out, the words half begging, half demand.