Defiance (The Protectors #9)(45)

“No,” I whispered as I lifted my fingers to toy with his hair. “I’ve been waiting for this moment my whole life. I’m not going back.”

He was breathing hard against me, despite the fact that our passion had cooled. It gave me hope that it meant he was feeling things that weren’t just about sex. I knew it would just complicate the hell out of things, but I still wanted it.

Him.

I didn’t give him a chance to answer. Instead, I reached up and clasped the back of his head and pulled him down for another kiss. As soon as his mouth touched mine, I let my tongue slide over his lips, asking for permission. He granted it, and then our tongues were stroking over each other in greeting. I groaned as he shifted his weight onto me completely, and when his knee pushed between my legs, I opened for him. I moaned into his mouth as he settled between my legs and his cock ground against mine. The position should have made me feel awkward and vulnerable, but it didn’t.

It made me feel…wanted.

Like he couldn’t get close enough.

I’d had this image in my head that as soon as I told him I wanted him, I’d end up on all fours with him shoving into me from behind. But this…this was…perfect.

Perfect, but not enough.

“More,” I moaned as he began rolling his hips against mine and his mouth latched onto my ear.

“Gonna give you everything, baby,” Vincent growled. “Just like you wanted.”

He shifted up and moved his legs so he was straddling my hips, effectively pinning my lower half to the ground. He reached over his shoulder and tugged his T-shirt off. I’d already seen his chest in the motel room, but up close, it just took my breath away. Tanned skin, rigid muscles, chest hair…and it was all mine.

I surged up so I was in a sitting position, and Vincent shifted backwards enough to give me room. I wrapped my arms around him and then slid my hands up and down his back, losing myself in the feel of his hot skin. I didn’t know what possessed me to do it, but I pressed my nose against the middle of his sternum and drew in a deep breath. He smelled of musk and sweat and man. I let my tongue flick out to taste his skin. Vincent’s hand came up to capture my head and hold me to him. I pressed my fingers into the hard muscles of his back and then flicked my tongue over his nipple. His reaction was immediate and unmistakable. He moaned and his fingers tightened in my hair. I sucked on him gently and then played with the other nipple. He let me have my way, but then I felt his hand smoothing down my back. As his hand moved back up, he pulled my shirt with it and then suddenly he was pulling it over my head, forcing me to release my hold on him. Since it was a button-down shirt, the whole thing was awkward, but Vincent didn’t seem to care, because he jerked it off and tossed it aside. Then he was grabbing my face and his tongue surged between my lips.

His hand slid down my back again, hot and heavy on my skin. He kept right on kissing me, even as his fingers slid beneath the waistband of my pants. It should have freaked me out to feel his hand so intimately pressed to me, but all it did was make me want more.

“Want you so bad,” he breathed against my mouth.

I nodded, because I was panting too hard to actually speak. God, we’d barely done anything and I felt like I was going to come in my pants.

Vincent’s weight pressed me back down into the grass and then he was sliding his lips down my body. I kept my hands on his shoulders, more to ground myself than anything else, as he worked his way down my chest, then my abdomen. His mouth was setting me on fire where he touched me. When he finally reached the button of my jeans, I held my breath. But instead of opening my pants, he began palming my cock through the fabric.

“Jesus,” I whispered, and then I was covering my eyes with my hands because it just felt so damn good. I tried to think of anything else besides how badly I needed to come, but when Vincent called my name, all other thoughts disappeared and I dropped my hands so I could look at him.

“Keep your eyes on me,” he ordered.

I would obey the order even if it killed me. It wasn’t like I could have looked away, anyway. His dark eyes were so heavy with hunger that they were pulling me in, drowning me in their depths.

I did as Vincent said as he worked my pants open. I barely managed to keep my eyes on his when his big hand closed around my aching cock. I wanted to look down to see him holding me, but I was trapped in his gaze. So it was his eyes I followed down as he lowered his head. He didn’t even break the connection when his mouth reached my dick, which he was still stroking with one hand.

I knew what he was going to do. I knew it and I wanted it and I was fucking terrified. I knew it wouldn’t be like that night when Jennifer had taken me into her mouth in a last-ditch effort to get me in the mood. No, this time I was terrified because if he touched me with that sinful mouth, I’d blow.

“I won’t last,” I croaked when I felt his warm breath skitter over my crown.

“You don’t need to,” Vincent whispered. “Just feel, Nate.”

I cried out when he ran the flat of his tongue over my crown and I fisted my fingers in the grass. Sensation rocketed throughout my entire body. “Please!” I shouted.

I wasn’t sure what I was asking for. His tongue on more of me, his mouth…I just knew it wasn’t enough. Pleasure crawled up my spine as he licked up the length of my shaft and then across the head again, but when his mouth closed over my dick, I was a goner. I shouted as my orgasm ripped into me, violent and unforgiving. Vincent sucked hard on me as I fed him my release. The added pressure had me bucking up into his mouth as I grabbed hold of his head to hold him in place as I ruthlessly fucked the hot, wet cavern of his mouth. The climax seemed to go on forever before I felt my muscles unlock and I sank back into the grass. I was dimly aware of Vincent’s mouth releasing me with a pop, but I couldn’t find the energy to look down. He climbed up my body, but I couldn’t move. I couldn’t even raise my arms so that I could touch him.