Protecting What's His (Line of Duty #1)(32)

Regret washed over his features. “Oh baby, no.”

“Please,” she gasped. “I don’t want you to stop.”

His voice sounded strangled. “Do you really think I could now, even if I wanted to?”

His already-stiff muscles bunched under her fingers as she stroked his neck and shoulders. Having Derek stop now when they’d come this far would devastate her. She laid kisses along his collarbone and his neck, entreating him to continue.

Despite the sting she’d experienced when he first thrust into her, the way his erection filled her so completely thrilled Ginger. There was pleasure to be found in the pain, she discovered. Impaled by Derek’s hips against the hard surface of the door, Ginger shifted slightly in an effort to assuage the building ache.

“Hold still.” Punctuating his order, Derek’s hips drove her into the door once more with a powerful thrust. “Fuck. Fuck. Just give me a goddamn minute.”

“No. I can’t. Derek…please.” Her thoughts had scattered with the movement of his body inside hers and disjointed words began to fall from her lips. The pain remained, but she found it manageable when paired with the promise of something more just beginning to present itself. Still sensitive from her own touch during the car ride, she knew that if she could just move a certain way against Derek, she could use his body to find release.

Ignoring his request to remain still, she circled her hips over Derek’s, moaning without restraint when that needy part of her slid against the smooth base of his erection buried deep inside her. She tightened her thighs around him and worked her lower body into a rhythm, concentrating on finding her pleasure. She felt wild. Starved. For him. For this. She wanted to slow down and savor the moment, but her body wouldn’t allow it. Only a few more grinds of her hips…. Her head fell back on her shoulders, anticipating her climax.

Derek’s hands gripped her bottom, his fingers digging in painfully. The friction she’d craved was taken from her and she moaned in protest, pulling on his hair in frustration.

“No, no, you tight little virgin. I’m not going to let you off so easily. We’ve barely gotten started.”

Holding her body still against him, Derek dipped his head and took one of her nipples in his mouth and drew on it greedily. Hot pleasure shot through Ginger, spreading through her belly and lower. She desperately needed to move, to rediscover her rhythm, but Derek wouldn’t allow it. After licking and sucking her nipple to a peak, he moved to her other breast and gave it the same torturous yet reverent treatment. Ginger moved restlessly against the hard surface of the door, needing him to stop. Needing him to never stop.

Derek raised his head, his heated eyes landing on her lips and staying there, pupils dilating. His breathing escalated with each passing second.

“Give me your mouth. I want your mouth.”

She pressed her forehead against his. “Then what are you waiting for?”

His lips fell on hers with a growl, biting, soothing, and licking. Their tongues met and tangled furiously. He forced her mouth open over and over again, demanding to be let inside. Head slanting right, then left, Ginger let the kiss consume her, never once thinking to come up for air. As he dominated her mouth, any lingering pain disappeared, replaced with single-minded need. He felt hot and thick inside her, and her body relaxed to accommodate his size.

At some point during the kiss, Derek braced one arm against the door, wrapped the other around her waist, and began moving Ginger up and down his rigid length, slowly torturing her slick, sensitive flesh. The pace grew faster and more determined until she bounced up and down on his erection. Derek’s mouth never left hers, absorbing her cries with his tongue and lips.

Without warning, the pressure building inside Ginger burst and an immense wave of pleasure washed over her. She broke the kiss and screamed, dimly aware that Derek was watching her come apart in his arms as she rode out her orgasm with the use of his still-thrusting body.

When she finished, Derek buried his face in her neck with a groan. “I’m ruined. You’ve ruined me, Ginger.”

With one final thrust of his hips, Derek found his release. He tried to muffle his shouts against her damp skin, but they couldn’t be contained, and Ginger was too slack with pleasure to mind the expletives he chanted against her ear.

When they finally got their breathing under control, Derek shifted her body around so that he could loop his arms under her knees. He gathered her against his chest, carried her into the bedroom, and lay her down on the bed. Body limp, she watched as he returned to the bathroom and came back carrying a damp washcloth.

Derek kneeled in front of her and pressed the warm cloth between her legs. The heat soothed the remaining sting, leaving a sense of contentment in its wake. She watched through half-closed eyes as he ran the cloth along her inner thighs and back up.

When he’d finished his task, Derek tossed the cloth on his bedside table and began trailing kisses down Ginger’s stomach.

Her eyes flew open as the intense sensations she’d just experienced rushed back to the surface. “Derek?”

His warm breath drifted over her most intimate place. “Quiet, baby. Just let me kiss it better.”

Then he gently licked her to a second orgasm.





Chapter Fourteen


Ginger had been sipping a mug of coffee in Derek’s kitchen and staring off into space for close to an hour when Willa startled her by coming out of the spare bedroom. Ginger glanced at her sister, then quickly averted her eyes, positive everything that transpired the night before showed on her face. And even if she tried to hide the myriad emotions fighting their way out of her chest, she’d never been able to hide a damn thing from Willa.