Dangerous Protector (Red Stone Security #14)(25)

The demand nearly pushed him over the edge. He hadn’t expected that of her, but he probably should have. He’d been intent on teasing her longer, dragging this out, but he was driven with the need to make her come. To taste it. Knowing she was right on the precipice because of him. All the muscles in his body pulled tight, his focus purely on making her come.

Shifting his head slightly, he zeroed in on the little bundle of nerves peeking out from her folds. Her clit was already swollen and just begging for his touch. He rubbed his tongue over it as he slid a finger fully inside her. She was so tight, her inner walls clenching around him as he began stroking her clit.

Her hips moved in rhythm with his tongue, her moans louder and louder, telling him that he was playing her body right. She was absolute perfection.

He added another finger, buried them both deep. She jerked hard, dug her heeled shoe into his back as her inner walls clenched harder around his fingers.

“Oh…Aaron…” Her climax hit, and her body writhed against him as she came.

He continued stroking her clit, not letting up the pressure until she begged him to stop. He swiped his tongue against her one last time before ducking back out from under her skirt.

His entire body trembled with the need to fill her, his cock pressing insistently against his zipper. This had been about her, though.

Her eyes were heavy-lidded as she looked down at him, her breathing erratic and an expression of pure satisfaction on her face. After pressing soft kisses to her inner ankle and thigh, he reached back, gently wrapped his fingers around her ankle, and brought her foot off his back.

When he set her foot on the ground, he wanted nothing more than to strip her dress off completely and bury himself inside her. But he was pretty sure it was too soon for that. Not for him, but he didn’t want to push her too fast. Not when he knew she was hesitant to commit to anything. He wanted her to come to him, to have no regrets about them. Because once they crossed that line, he wouldn’t let her go. Not without a fight.

She grabbed his shoulders and tugged on him. He obeyed her silent command and stood, his legs shaking. To his surprise, she started unbuckling his pants.

He groaned, letting her take over. Grasping the back of her head, he slid his fingers through her hair. He didn’t give a f*ck if it got messed up now. He wanted to stamp himself on all of her, so that when she looked in the mirror she saw him there, imprinted on her in the subtlest of ways.

“Fuck, Tegan,” he rasped out as she shoved his pants and boxers down.

Her elegant fingers wrapped around his hard length, gripping him at the base. He rocked into her hold, crushing his mouth against hers as she started stroking him. God, it had been so damn long, and knowing it was Tegan touching him…

She pumped him hard, making him lose any train of thought so that all he could do was feel that soft hand bringing him the sweetest pleasure.

His balls pulled up tight as his climax started to build. He wished he was inside her, that her tight sheath was wrapped around him as he came. That would come soon enough, though.

The base of his spine tingled, his orgasm so damn close. Though he hated to pull away from her, at the last minute he pulled back and took over, coming all over his shirt and stomach instead of her dress. She might not care but she looked so f*cking gorgeous, and even though he wanted to mark her, he held back. Next time he’d come in her or on her stomach, mark her with himself. Yeah, it was a f*cking primitive thought, but she apparently brought out that side of him.

Hunger glittered in her gaze as she watched him, drinking in the sight of him as he finished himself off. Her lips were parted slightly, glossy from their kiss.

As the last of his orgasm ripped through him, he threw his head back, groaning her name. When he opened his eyes, she was still watching him. She looked so damn sexy and just a little vulnerable standing there with wisps of hair tumbling around her face, her lips swollen.

“You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever f*cking met,” he rasped out, hating that his words didn’t come close to how he felt about her.

She smiled, though, and half her mouth pulled up in a sweet, sensual movement that he felt to his core.

“I didn’t let you finish because I didn’t want to mess up your dress. Next time though…” He let the words hang in the air, letting her fill in whatever blanks she wanted.

“Next time?” she whispered.

“There will be a next time.”

At that she smiled, and something inside him loosened that he hadn’t even realized was coiled tight.

He leaned down and brushed his lips across hers, needing to taste her again. “I’ve gotta get cleaned up,” he murmured, hating to pull away from her.

Looking a little dazed, she lifted a hand to her hair and half laughed. “I think I probably need to as well.”

After a long moment, she pushed away from the wall, her cheeks still pink as she made her way to the stairs.

He wanted to forget the party and just stay there with her, to take her to bed and spend hours pleasuring each other. But their driver would arrive soon.

And he could be patient. He was pretty sure he’d pushed her enough for right now. At the party he planned to flirt with her, tease her until she couldn’t stand it. Then he’d make his move. Afterward he hoped they ended up very naked together. The first time of many to come.





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