A Warrior Wedding (The Protectors #7)(51)

“Be prepared to be spoiled, Mrs. Buchanan.” Slade picked her up so he had easy access to her mouth. “Because I plan on doing much more of it.”

“I don’t need to be spoiled, but I do need to be loved, by you.” Jill kissed him with all the passion she had inside her. She knew he knew exactly what she wanted, what she needed. “Please, Slade.”

“Jill.” His tone changed from sexy Slade to Dr. Buchanan.

“You never told Adam he couldn’t have sex with Angelina.” Jill dropped her bombshell on him.

“You’re not Adam,” Slade replied, letting her go when she wiggled.

“No, I’m not.” Jill backed away, reaching behind her to pull the string to unlace her dress, and wouldn’t you know it, her mother had knotted it. So much for stripping with a sexy flare. Instead, she pushed down her off-the-shoulder sleeves until she bared her breasts, which his darkening eyes went straight to. Thankfully, the lace had loosened over the hours of wearing the dress and she was able to shimmy her way out of it.

Standing before Slade in only a lacey white thong, Jill gave him her sexiest smile. “Tell me no now, Slade.” And God, she prayed he didn’t tell her no, because that would devastate her as well as being the most embarrassing moment of her life.

Slade adjusted his crotch as he continued to stare at her. Her eyes dropped to watch him and smiled at the huge bulge in his tux slacks. She wished she had high heels on, but she had to go with what she had. Turning around, on purpose of course, she bent and picked up her dress giving him the best view of her ass. Walking toward the steps with her wedding dress in her arms, she stopped and looked over her shoulder.

“I’ll be upstairs, Slade.” She purposely ran her eyes over his body, stopping at the bulge for a second longer. “I’m not above begging or playing dirty.” She tossed him a sexy grin; at least, she hoped it was sexy. She was just now learning the art of being sexy. Climbing the steps, she prayed to God she wouldn’t trip and that her climb showed him all her assets that she was overly exerting to draw his attention. Taking a peek, she grinned when his eyes were exactly where she wanted them.

Jill walked into the biggest bedroom, a huge grin on her face. Well, even if he didn’t ravish her, he’d be as uncomfortable as she had been. Jill jumped when the door slammed behind her.

“You don’t play fair.” Slade ripped off his shirt, buttons flying everywhere.

“Oh, isn’t that rented?” Jill watched the buttons bounce along the floor.

“I don’t give a f*ck about the shirt.” He growled as he stalked toward her, his eyes burning black.

Okay, maybe, just maybe she pushed him too far.

“Take it off,” he demanded. When she didn’t react fast enough, he reached out and with expert ease, he ripped her lace thong off her body. She hissed in pleasure as he slid it between her legs, tossing it on the floor.

Raising her hands eagerly to his belt buckle, he grasped her hands, holding them together with one hand as he himself undid his buckle and completely stripped away the rest of his clothes.

“This will be on my terms, Jillian.” Slade’s voice was rough. “You are to do nothing, but enjoy me as I worship every part of your body. I want no argument whatsoever from you. Is that understood?”

Was he crazy? What woman in her right mind would argue with those terms? All she could do was nod her agreement.

Picking her up, he gently laid her on the bed, but still held her hands above her head. He did just as he promised, worshipped every part of her body, driving her insane with need. If the serum sickness didn’t kill her, this certainly would.

“Please, Slade.” Jill panted, needing to find release, and soon. It had been too long.

Slade let go of her hands. “Do not move them,” he ordered as he climbed between her legs and lifted her knees from the bed.

She loved the dominant part of him that came out in the bedroom. Even though sometimes it drove her absolutely crazy, she loved it. Their eyes met as he slowly slid into her. She started to rise to meet his thrust, but he growled down at her.

“Do not move.” He leaned down and kissed her as he began to pump hard and fast, using his own strength to bring her up to meet his thrusts.

She realized what he was doing. Not only was he taking care of her needs, he was making sure she used no energy by doing all the work himself. She had never loved him more than she did at that moment. He loved her that much.

He pulled his mouth away and she was happy to let him go because she could watch him as he loved her. The snarl on his face was sexy because she knew he was fighting back his own release until she found hers. He looked down to watch as their bodies met in a fast tempo and when he raised his eyes to hers, they were black as midnight, rimmed with red as his sharp fangs protruded, giving him a wild untamed look.

Jill’s body burst into what felt like flames. It was the strongest orgasm she had ever had. It shook her to the core, lasting for what seemed like hours. Slade’s body trembled for just as long. Using his arms to keep his body weight off her, he leaned down and kissed her, careful not to slice her with his fangs.

“Are you okay?” Slade’s voice was hoarse.

“You’re not allowed to ask me that anymore.” Jill touched his cheek. “But yes, I’m more than okay. I’m fantastic.”

“I love you.” Slade’s voice actually cracked and for the first time, Jill saw the fear he couldn’t hide shimmering in his eyes. Pulling him to her, she held him tight.