Forged in Desire (The Protectors #1)(46)

He didn’t want her just wet; he wanted her drenched. When he released her right breast, he immediately shifted his mouth to the other one, giving it the same intense attention.

“Oh, Striker!”

He pulled back. He wasn’t ready for her to come yet. He had a lot of other places to taste. Lowering his body to his knees, he removed the flat shoes from her feet. She placed her hands on his shoulders to keep her balance while he did so. His shoulders burned where her hands touched.

“I could have taken off my own shoes,” he heard her say.

“I wanted to do it.” Didn’t she know that when a man undressed a woman he covered all bases, from head to toe, and especially those areas in between? Her red nail polish was a total turn-on and complemented a pair of pretty feet. He appreciated a woman who liked looking good in her clothes, under her clothes, in her shoes and out of them.

“Now for these,” he said, reaching up to gently grab the waistband of her jeans. “They have to go.” He couldn’t wait to see what color panties she was wearing, what style. He had a feeling it didn’t really matter. They would definitely look good on her.

Another thing he noticed was that she had a pretty flat stomach that was attached to a gorgeous pair of hips. Her navel was a cutie as well, and he couldn’t resist leaning in close and copping a lick. Then another. And another.

“Striker?”

“Hmm?” He hoped she wouldn’t tell him to stop because he enjoyed the taste of her skin. He finally pulled back and looked up at her and smiled. “You like that?”

“Yes, I like it a lot.”

He thought about how much he loved her honesty while he slowly eased down her zipper, and when he saw a flash of red, his erection hardened even more. Red panties on a woman was like seeing fire. Something inside of him—probably the desire to bury his head between her legs—made him quickly pull her jeans down past her hips, curvaceous thighs and gorgeous legs. After she’d stepped out of them and stood there in her red lace bikini-cut panties, he felt his balls nearly explode. She was so friggin’ hot.

“When will I get the chance to take off your clothes?” she asked, and he could tell she was nervous about being on display. He would remedy that soon.

“Right now, it’s all about you,” he said, tugging the panties down her legs. Those mesmerizing dark eyes staring down at him made him wish he could make it all about her every day.

Striker drew in a sharp breath and knew he had to pull himself together and stop thinking such foolish thoughts. There could be no every day with her, and for him to even think otherwise was as crazy as it could get.

He leaned back on his haunches and stared at the juncture of her thighs. She had a gorgeous-looking sex. Those womanly folds were plump, ready to be divided and conquered. Or should he say divided and taken. In his frame of mind it was the same thing. He couldn’t wait to taste her. “You look amazing.”

*

MARGO WASN’T SURE what she could say to that. No man had ever been in awe of her there, and no one had ever said they thought she looked amazing. Scott would give her compliments, but they couldn’t compare to some of the things that came out of Striker’s mouth.

And talking about his mouth...

He was staring at her and licking his lips. This was where she could only imagine what would happen next since she had no experience of a man going down on her. She had heard her college roommates whispering about men doing it to them. She’d only listened, unable to add a thing. But she’d definitely taken something away. Curiosity.

Now she was about to get her curiosity appeased. But was she ready for Striker Jennings? Could she handle this? There was no doubt in her mind the man was intensely sexual. He probably had the ability to make a woman scream, and she never screamed.

She then recalled what he’d said about hearing her in the shower. Was her bedroom bugged? Had he been listening to everything she did without her knowing it all this time? Was bugging her bedroom one of the security measures the tech guy Bruce had done? One that Striker had refused to elaborate about? If he thought making love to her would make her forget about him invading her privacy that way, he was wrong. But for now she was more than willing to concentrate on other things, like how Striker was making her feel.

Not sure what was in store and wary of how much she could handle, she was about to take a step back when he reached out and grabbed hold of her hips. And the moment he touched her, she knew she would see this through. Margo wanted to know what all the mystery was about when it came to oral sex, and more than anything, she wanted Striker to be the one to show her.

He looked up at her. “And now for that pleasure I promised you.”

He leaned closer and began placing small nibbles around her womanhood. The same kind of nibbles he’d nipped around her lips earlier. But this area seemed more sensitive. More in need. And when he took his hands and opened her and eased closer to insert his tongue inside of her, she nearly buckled to her knees. She had to place her hands on his shoulders to remain standing.

There was something about his tongue moving inside of her, lapping her up one minute and then sucking on her the next. She felt sensations ripple through her entire body, and the moans that poured from her lips couldn’t be helped. The man was eating her alive. He tightened his hold on her hips and drove his tongue deeper. She wasn’t sure how that was possible, but feeling was believing.