Executive Protection(60)

He kissed her lips again, his hands on her rear, pulling her to him. She groaned into his mouth.

Then she broke free, stepping back. Turning, she moved like a cat on all fours onto the bed, presenting her rear and enticing him further. She sat on the sheets, waiting for him.

He crawled over her, kissing her as she still sat. Heat radiated between them. With one hand on his chest, she touched him with her other, curling her fingers around him and softly rubbing.

“Oh,” she breathed.

He was so hard.

Thad kissed her with more purpose, guiding her down onto the mattress. He shoved pillows out of the way, fanning her hair across the white sheets. The sight of her was so erotic he nearly penetrated her right then. But this fantasy had to last.

He treated her to more kissing, then moved out of her reach, down to her feet. He kissed the tops of them and made his way up her calf, spreading her legs as he moved past her knees.

She gripped his hair as he satisfied curiosity and ran his tongue along the landing strip she kept so neatly trimmed. Reaching sweeter center, he brought her to a shivering brink and yielded to her tugs on his hair. Kissing her belly, tickling her belly button, he treated her breasts to more before lying on top of her and taking her mouth.

Her hands went from his hair down his back and to his rear, where they stayed as he began to probe for her warm wetness. He pushed into her, slow and steady, rising up from a long kiss to look into green eyes that shone in the moonlight. As he moved back and forth at the same pace, a deep rightness settled in his soul, gripping him and intensifying the explosive ecstasy they made together.

Lucy stretched her arms above her head, her fingers touching the grand wooden headboard. She was a million-dollar painting and the headboard was her frame.

“More,” she breathed. “I want more.”

She wanted more. Thad pushed into her with more force, thrusting over and over. A strangled sound burst from her. He clamped his mouth over hers and moved faster.

A long groan vibrated into his mouth. He kept his eyes open to watch her. She lifted her knees and now it was him who groaned. Unbelievably, they peaked at the same time, each quieting the celebration that broke free in audible release.

Thad lay on her for a few seconds before rolling to her side. He kept the fantasy alive, unwilling to let it be more than that. But try as he might to keep it at bay, it was more than a fantasy.

“That was fantastic.” She rolled toward him, saw him staring off across the room, and asked, “Are you okay?”

He covered it well. Kissing her, he answered, “Yes.”

Lulled from great sex, she snuggled with him and moments later fell asleep. It was a while later for him before he could put his thoughts to rest. What would morning bring? How would Lucy feel? Would she be willing to engage in his kind of relationship? Or was the most applicable question, how would he feel?

* * *

Lucy kissed Thad awake. She’d slept for a couple of hours and waking next to him had stirred her into arousal again. He’d let go with her; she’d felt it when he’d made love to her. Afterward he’d seemed to slip into negative thought, but hadn’t withdrawn as she’d feared he would. She wasn’t sure if anything would come of this, and she wasn’t ready to think about it. All she knew was he was worth a chance.

As his eyes fluttered open, she pushed him onto his back and straddled him. The covers were askew at the foot of the bed. She waited for him to wake up more. Bending down, she kissed his sexy mouth before moving on to his chest. She kissed him everywhere the way he’d done to her. When she reached his waist, she took his erection into her mouth.

“Lucy,” he murmured.

She made him rock hard in a matter of seconds. Kissing him all the way back up to his lips, she met his hazel eyes and saw them drooping, not with tiredness but with flaming passion. She loved that she could do that to him.

Guiding him between her legs, she sank down onto him. He sucked in a sharp breath. Planting her hands on his muscular chest, she moved her hips to grind on him, going slow at first. He held her breasts, caressing her nipples while he watched her—worshipped was more like it.

His response emboldened her. She moved faster. His hands moved to her hips and then her thighs. His thumb found her sweet spot and expertly rubbed, slow and in tune with her movements. Until she began to spiral into a pleasurable eddy. He sensed it and rubbed harder. Her orgasm came quickly.

Rolling with her, he took over the top position and drilled into her. Like her, it didn’t take long.

Once again he lay on her until their breathing calmed. And as before she feared he’d withdraw. She saw grimness in his eyes before he closed them and kissed her.

She let him have his space and didn’t say anything. When he lay on his back, she curled next to him. Their lovemaking had a profound effect on him, and Lucy wondered if she should go with it. Not try to get him to talk about his phobia of marriage and kids. He was obviously great with kids, and his trouble with marriage was a misconception, one she was starting to believe he’d overcome...with the right woman.

Was she the right woman? That she couldn’t answer. But deep inside, deep in her core, she couldn’t ignore the instinct that told her to forget caution, forget her determination to find a man who wanted what she wanted—a family—one she was sure about, and focus her efforts on winning Thad.

If she was wrong and failed to change his mind, then she’d have some good memories, after her broken heart healed, but good memories nonetheless. She’d also face the challenge of topping Thad. The sex would be difficult to beat.