Defiance (The Protectors #9)(46)

I opened my mouth to tell him I was sorry for my lack of control, but then his tongue was there and something else…something warm and salty and bitter. It was just a few drops, but I knew what it was.

It should have revolted me. I’d had blow jobs from exactly two women in my life and neither had kissed me afterwards. So the taste of myself was foreign and strange and very unexpected. But I didn’t pull away, and I didn’t feel disgusted. What I felt was unbelievable, considering what I’d just been through.

Desire.

Fast and hot.

And no, my body hadn’t completely caught up yet, but I could already feel my dick stirring as Vincent kissed me, his sweetness mixed with the tang of my release. I somehow found the energy to return the kiss. He took his time kissing me and then he was exploring my neck again. Then every other part of my body. And all the while I could feel his hardness pressing against me.

But not once did I feel like he just wanted to turn me over and shove into me. I didn’t know what to make of that. I’d expected fucking...or at the very least, sex. They were the only terms I could think of to describe the act of getting off with another person. I’d thought that was all Vincent had wanted, even if I’d secretly hoped it would be more. But how could I call what he was doing to me sex? It was so much more.

“Vincent,” I murmured as I shook my head. His name sounded like a question more than anything else, and he returned to my mouth.

“Do you want to stop?” he asked. The question wasn’t asked with anger or worry…it was asked with such gentleness that I felt something in my chest spark to life. But I was afraid to try and identify it, even if deep down, I knew what it was.

I shook my head.

“You sure?”

“I’m sure.”

“Good,” he said as he placed a soft kiss on my lips. “Because I need inside of you so badly right now…”

His words dropped off and I felt him stroking my hair. I nodded. “Yes.”

I couldn’t manage anything else, mostly because of what I might end up saying. And as gentle and as sweet as he was being, I needed to remember this really was still just sex.

Even if that little piece of my heart that I’d just lost to him wanted it to be so very much more than that.





Chapter 16





Vincent





I should have been able to stop. I should have been able to climb off of him, take him by the hand, and lead him back to the house. I should have been able to leave him at his door with a few words about how what we’d done couldn’t happen again…that things couldn’t, no, shouldn’t, go any further.

I didn’t do any of that, of course. Not after the stunning man beneath me, eyes shining with a mix of satisfaction and renewed hunger, had spoken that one little word giving me permission to take everything he was offering. No, instead I began kissing him again because I just couldn’t get enough of how his mouth moved perfectly beneath mine.

He gave.

He took.

He was with me one hundred percent and he put every part of himself into those kisses. I knew he was nervous; how could he not be? But it wasn’t enough to stop him. I’d given him so many outs that he could have taken any one of them and I would have let him walk away.

But he was still here, his hard body pressing up against mine, trying to get closer.

I could feel his cock growing hard against mine and I cursed the fabric separating us. I reared back and quickly climbed to my feet so I could shuck the rest of my clothes. I half expected him to just lie there, but he shocked me when he quickly scrambled out of his pants. I nearly tripped in my eagerness to escape my clothing, but when I saw Nathan’s hand move to his cock to begin stroking it as he watched me undress, I nearly came then and there.

Fuck, how the hell was I going to stay in control long enough to make this good for him?

I barely managed to remember to grab the condom and packet of lube from my wallet before I fell to my knees in front of him and just drank in the sight of him. Legs splayed, fingers gripping his rock-hard dick, chest rising and falling with heavy breaths, eyes twinkling with a mix of excitement and fear.

“Nathan-”

“Don’t,” he cut in, and then he was sitting up. “Don’t you dare give me another out.”

His fingers curled around the back of my head and then he was pulling me to his mouth for a searing kiss. “I’m so very ready, Vincent,” he murmured against my lips. “I’ve been waiting so long for this…for you.”

I knew I shouldn’t put more behind the words than he’d meant, but that was exactly what I did as I pushed him down into the grass and settled my weight on top of him. He might have meant he’d been waiting for someone like me, but that dark, lonely part of my heart that had appeared after I’d lost David chose to believe he really did mean me.

I took my time kissing Nathan before I worked my way down his body. I let my fingers skim over the bruise on his side, but I didn’t let them linger because I didn’t want to be reminded of how close I’d come to losing him.

Losing him?

He wasn’t fucking mine.

I needed to remember that.

“Vincent, please,” Nathan cried out as I licked over the ridges of his abdomen, tasting both the remnants of his cum and the sweetness of the pre-cum that was streaming from the head of his dick. I looked up to see that he was on the verge of losing it. I wasn’t doing much better.