Forged in Desire (The Protectors #1)(65)

She arched up and watched the movement of his pants as they were lowered down his legs, and then she quickly snapped her gaze back to his middle, which was covered by black briefs. She swallowed thickly, thinking that she could claim an orgasm just by looking at him. Those briefs could barely hold him and the thought of all that jammed into his underwear was almost too much to handle.

She practically held her breath when he tugged down his briefs. She thought the same thing now that she had last night. The man was definitely packing it. And when he stood there naked she couldn’t help releasing a sigh of pure feminine appreciation.

“Your turn, Margo.”

Meeting his gaze, she shook her head. “If you recall, I said I wanted you to touch me.”

With a stride that made her heart beat faster with every step he took, he moved toward her and the bed. When he reached it, his gaze roamed all over her. She saw the blatant spark of lust in his dark pupils. “I gave you a warning to be careful what you asked for.”

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STRIKER STARED DOWN at Margo, wearing just her bra and panties. How could any one woman stir such heated lust within him? Make him forget he needed to stay focused on her, but not this way. It seemed she had become an addiction he couldn’t kick. An itch he just had to scratch. An ache for which there was no known relief but one, and he was about to use as many dosages of it as he could manage.

He stood there for a full minute just staring at her before he finally spoke. “Do you have any idea just how much I want you?”

She shook her head, causing a mass of hair to fan across her shoulders. “No, tell me.”

“If I do, it might just scare you.”

“How can I be afraid when I have my protector with me?”

Those words should have snapped him out of the haze. Instead they had the opposite effect. “And now your protector wants to get inside you. Pound hard. Harder. Relentlessly. And I want to suck your breasts until you think they were created just for my mouth. In other words, I want to give you a reason to really moan my name.”

She smiled and replied, “So the Striker wants to strike?”

Hell, he wanted to do more than just strike. He wanted to devour her. Without giving her an answer, he reached down and flicked open the front clasp to her bra, making the twin globes tumble out.

Striker sucked in a deep breath. He thought the same thing now that he had when he’d seen them for the first time. They were absolutely beautiful. Unable to help himself, he leaned in and, using the tip of his finger, trailed a path from one breast to the other, before using the pad of his thumb to tease her nipples. He loved the way they hardened with his touch.

His hands traced a line lower to her panties and he leaned in closer to ease them down her legs. After tossing both bra and panties over his shoulder, he looked back at her. Totally naked. Starkly beautiful.

“So, Striker Jennings, what’s next?”

His nostrils flared with her scent. “Next, I taste you all over, and then I get inside of you and—”

“And what if I want to taste you?”

He threw his head back. Imagining such a thing made a low growl erupt from his throat. Made his shaft throb even more at the very thought of what she was hinting at. If she were to put her mouth on him, he doubted he would be able to endure the pleasure. It would probably kill him, and then who would protect her?

“Not sure I could handle you doing something like that,” he said honestly, not caring if it made him seem vulnerable.

“I’ll make it pleasurable for you.”

He didn’t doubt that. The mere thought of just how pleasurable it would be had blood gushing through his veins. Instead of saying anything, he picked his jeans up off the floor to pull a condom pack out of his wallet.

Moments after sliding on the latex, Striker made the gesture that started it all by extending his hand to her. She took it, and immediately red-hot sensations shot all through him. He tugged on her hand and brought her close, almost plastered to his chest. The feel of her nipples pressing into his skin almost sent him over the edge right then and there.

He whispered close to her ear. “And now for the pleasure I’ll always make sure you get.”





CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

SHE DEFINITELY KNEW what to expect, Margo thought as Striker eased on the bed with her. The only thing she wasn’t sure of was just how he planned to go about it. She’d discovered last night and this morning that he had an innovative mind. One filled with a number of erotic ideas. Whether he knew it or not, he was opening her up to a whole new world. One she’d never thought of embarking on before.

Thanks to Striker, sex for her was no longer out of sight and out of mind. Around him it was in her thoughts constantly. How could it not be when she was around such a handsome, buff and virile guy twenty-four hours a day? And then there were those looks he would give her when he thought she wasn’t looking. The ones filled with heated lust, strong desire and powerful yearning.

His body straddled hers, and when he captured her mouth in his, she moaned on contact. He had the ability to take kissing to a level that was outside of her realm of normalcy. He was using the force of his tongue to release desire she felt in every part of her. It was evident that he wasn’t holding anything back. Neither was she. She never knew how enjoyable kissing could be until Striker. The way his tongue was swirling around hers, dominating and plowing her with relentless strokes, she couldn’t help but groan. He was immersing her in sensations so strong she was on the edge of passing out from sexual overload.