Slade (The Protectors #6)(53)
“I don’t find any of this funny, Slade.” Jill frowned at his joking. She did turn then, went into the bathroom, grabbed a towel and walked out, her body covered.
Eyeing the towel wrapped around her body, Slade frowned. “Oh, Sloan found it really funny.”
“No, he didn’t.” Jill’s tone clearly called Slade a liar. “And why did you act that way toward Dillon? He’s just my friend.”
“Dillon was not looking at you as a friend at the bar.” Slade took a step toward her. “He needed to know he had no chance with you. If you would have hooked your little finger at him, he would have followed you in the back and been balls deep inside you in a heartbeat.”
“Okay, that was crude.” Jill held the towel tighter against herself. “I don’t look at Dillon that way.”
“Crude but absolutely true, and good thing for him you don’t,” Slade growled, his eyes narrowed. “And no, I didn’t tell Sloan anything other than you are mine.”
Jill’s eyes widened. “You told him that?”
“I also told you that. My exact words to you were, ‘once you are mine, it will be body and soul’,’” he reminded her.
“But I didn’t know if I was yours or not, Slade. You’re a very complex man and…” Her stomach dipped as she shivered. This man had such an intense stare, as if he could see into her soul. “… you confuse me.” She swallowed hard.
Slade smiled without humor. “Oh, you are mine, Jillian.” He held his hand out, the towel ripping away from her body. “Never doubt that.”
Jill made a grab for the towel, but missed. Again, she stood naked before him. “It’s hard not to doubt when you run after touching me.”
“I didn’t run.” Slade took a step closer, but still didn’t touch her. “And I did a hell of a lot more than touch you.”
It was so hard to hold a conversation with him while she was naked and he looked like a sex god with his muscles bulging out of that damn shirt. She was a sucker when it came to tight white muscle shirts; there was nothing sexier. He looked so at ease standing in her room, like he was ready to relax on a Sunday morning with his faded jeans unbuttoned. Hell, she didn’t notice that before, and his bare feet.
“I thought nothing was going to happen between us until after the initiation?” Jill dragged her eyes up to his, the smile on his lips was pure male.
“I lied.” He reached out, grasping her waist. Slowly, he pulled her to him. His grip tightened as he lifted her up his body.
“Thank God,” Jill sighed, loud enough for him to hear. She put her hands on his shoulders as he lifted her as if she weighed nothing.
His eyes left hers as he lifted her above his head, his mouth hovering over her breast. When his tongue snaked out to lick one nipple, she thought she had died and gone to Heaven. Throwing her head back, she hissed in pleasure. He continued to torture her, going back and forth from breast to breast. He lowered her, making Jill want to cry; she didn’t want the sensations to stop.
“Wrap your legs around me.” His demand sent a shot of desire through her core, turning her on more, if that was even possible. She was more than happy to follow orders. As soon as her swollen lips made contact with his hard stomach, Jill moaned, her head falling back.
His large hands moved down to her hips, sliding her down so she rested against his hard cock. More moans escaped Jill’s throat. Slowly, his hands moved her hips up and down his hardness, pressing her swollen lips against his jean-covered cock carefully, but with enough pressure to pleasure her. Her breath gasped out; she gripped his shoulders, riding him with the help of his hands. She managed to look at him, his eyes, black with passion, watched her intently. He slowed her down, before speeding up. It was enough to drive her f*cking insane. All she wanted was sweet completion.
“You like that, don’t you?” His voice was harsh. His hands tightened on her hips and ass. “Come on, Jill. Let go.” He dipped his head low enough to bite her nipple, sending Jill over the edge.
His mouth crashed over hers, swallowing her scream, one hand held her against him, the other found her swollen nub and he worked it with expertise, prolonging her pleasure to the point she thought she was going to faint. Slade’s hand moved from her nub, up her stomach to cup her breast, before making its way to her neck and then to the back of her head. Grabbing her hair, he pulled her mouth from his and smiled. “Good girl.”
Jill opened her eyes and did her best to focus. Blinking repeatedly as she tried to catch her breath, Jill’s body shuddered once more. “That was…” She couldn’t even find a word to describe what her body just went through.
“Yeah, it was,” Slade responded, the pride in his voice unmistakable. “And there will be more of…that…after you feed.”
Unhooking her legs, she tried to slide down, but he shook his head. Licking her lips, her eyes moved to his neck. “I know you said you’re in charge, but I have a request.” Jill didn’t know exactly how this dominance thing worked, but it was so worth a try to ask.
“And what would that be?” Slade cocked an eyebrow, an amused grin playing against his lips.
“I mean, I’m not sure how this works.” Jill felt stupid. She needed to do more reading, more research.
“I’m not a practicing Dom, Jillian. I am demanding, but my main purpose in the end is to make sure you have the pleasure you desire. I may smack your ass red if you need it. I may tie you to the bed and make you beg as I torture you with pleasure until you scream, but you will always be taken care of in every way, in and out of that bed.” Slade’s eyes became intense. “Now, tell me your…request.”