Forged in Desire (The Protectors #1)(45)
“No. Not that I’ve had a lot of sexual encounters. I’m not in the habit of sleeping around for the sheer fun of it.”
If not for the fun of it, then what? he wondered. As long as it was safe sex that both people wanted, then he didn’t see a thing wrong with it. Especially if you didn’t intend to get serious, which was against his policy. And that was him. He didn’t believe in getting serious about a woman. Too complicated. What if he let a woman down by not being there when she really needed him...like he’d done with Wade? Dealing with the guilt of failing one person was enough. He didn’t want or need to take on another.
“It doesn’t matter how many lovers you’ve had, Margo. What matters is making sure pleasure is shared. I can’t wait to show you what I mean.”
The blush that touched her features suggested her other lovers had never been so blunt. “Can I ask you something?” He leaned in and licked around her lips with his tongue. He loved her taste.
“What?” she asked in a near groan.
Striker figured if his licks were getting to her, then how would she handle his brand of foreplay? When time slipped by and he’d been so into licking around her mouth that he hadn’t answered, she repeated her question. “What? You had something to ask me.”
He leaned back and looked down at her mouth. It was wet. He liked that look. “Yes, I have something to ask you. Are you into oral sex?”
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MARGO’S MOUTH DROPPED OPEN. Shocked, she looked up at him. What man would ask a woman a question like that? Evidently the same man who had no problem telling her he wanted to pleasure her. She’d certainly never had such conversations with Scott or Brock.
“Do you have an answer for me or are you trying to decide, Margo?”
She released the breath she’d been holding. “Truth is, I—I—”
He lifted a brow. “You what?”
This was really getting out of hand, she thought. Why weren’t they just going at it? Why so much discussion? Doing so should be cooling the flame, but for some reason, talking to him about sex was actually stimulating the fire. “I’ve never engaged in it before.”
He looked at her strangely. “By it you mean oral sex, right? And not sex?”
Why had his voice gone to a deep, raspy tone, one that was like a sensuous stroke down her spine? “Of course I’ve had sex before,” she said, nonplussed. If he was waiting for her to reveal anything she and Scott had done in the bedroom, that wouldn’t be happening. Although she was certain Striker had pretty much figured out at least one thing they hadn’t done.
“Why all the questions about that, Striker?”
“About oral sex?”
“Yes.”
“Because before I get inside of you I want to taste you all over.”
At that moment Striker didn’t want to think about the fact that good ol’ Scotty had dropped the ball, big-time. Damn, it was hard to keep his chest from expanding, because he intended to pick up the dropped ball and run with it. By the time he finished with Margo, she would know what she’d been missing.
Starting now.
He leaned closer and homed in on her mouth, taking it with a hunger that had an intense degree of lust spreading through his body. When she began returning his kiss, he could actually feel his erection swell even more.
When he broke off the kiss, he whispered against her lips, “I want you, Margo.” He felt she needed to know that.
He gazed at her wet and swollen lips and the desire-filled eyes staring back at him. “And I want you too, Striker.”
A smile touched his lips. And he continued to smile when he eased off her to stand and to pull her up with him. “You are one sexy lady,” he said, brushing his fingers along her wrist and feeling her tremble. “Do you know how often I think about seeing you naked?” he said, bringing her hand up to his mouth so he could kiss it.
“No.”
“Every damn time I hear you in the shower.”
She looked at him strangely. “You can’t hear me in the shower.”
“Yes, I can,” he said, using the tip of his tongue to lick around her wrist.
“No, you can’t. My bathroom doesn’t share a wall with your bedroom, so there’s no way you can hear me.”
He released her hand to pull the tank top over her head and tossed it aside. “Okay, then, I can’t.” He wasn’t about to argue with her. Not when he had better things to do.
“Striker?”
“Hmm?” She was wearing a skin-tone lace bra and through all that lace he could see her nipples. Hard, tight and protruding.
“I asked you a question, Striker,” she said in a voice that was rising in anger. “How can you hear me in the shower?”
He needed to get her mind off what he’d said and knew this would be one sure way to do it. Reaching out, he cupped her breasts, loving the way they felt in his hands. Thick. Full. Firm.
“Striker?”
He leaned in close to release the clasp of her bra and then eased the straps from her shoulders. Perfect. His tongue thickened just looking at them. And when he took the pad of his thumb and rubbed a turgid nipple, she said his name again. This time between breathless gasps.
Instead of answering her, he leaned toward her chest and eased a nipple between his lips and began sucking on it. He felt her stomach clenching against him and knew he was boosting her desire, making her want him as much as he wanted her. He was getting her wet.