Protector Panther (Protection, Inc 3)

Catalina shifted her weight, bringing herself an infinitesimal but nearly unbearable fraction closer to him. Every inch of the space between them seemed charged with tangible energy. She could have closed her eyes and traced the shape of his body in the air.

“Like this.” He put his hands on her hips.

The contact went through her like an electric shock. A wave of desire broke over her. Her nerves tingled. Her nipples hardened. Her clit throbbed. The hot, slippery wetness between her thighs made it almost impossible not to squirm.

Don’t move, she ordered herself. He’s not into you. Let him do his demo, then go take a cold shower.

Only the palms of his hands were touching her, but she could swear she felt him breathing. Shane tugged her back and down. He was just shifting her weight, but it felt like a caress.

Catalina instinctively settled against him, unable to stop herself from seeking more contact. He was hard as steel, his erection pressing against her like a crowbar.

Startled, she twisted around, tipping her head back to look into his eyes. They blazed like blue flames, alight with a fire that could only mean one thing.

He does want me, she thought, astonished. Why didn’t he ever say so?

“I’m losing control,” he muttered, more to himself than to her. She could hear it in his voice, rough with desire and the ragged edge of passion. “I should lock myself in the bathroom.”

“Don’t you dare,” Catalina said, and pulled his head down to hers.

He met her urgency with his own, kissing her fiercely. His mouth was hot, his stubble rough. His tongue thrust against hers, and his hands clenched on her hips. She slid her hands under his shirt, barely able to believe that he was letting her touch him. But she felt his quick inhale, in her mouth and under her palms and against her body, and knew how much he wanted her to touch him.

She ran her nails along his ribs, and felt him gasp again. He jerked his hips, thrusting hard against her mound. Even through two layers of jeans, the friction was electrifying. She rubbed against him, getting wetter and wetter, hotter and hotter, closer and closer to the brink. Her entire body was alight with passion that shivered through her nerves like threads of fire.

“We should get undressed,” she muttered, but she couldn’t bring herself to stop, even for a second. She was trembling, her muscles tense, everything in her pushing her inexorably toward her climax.

Shane held her tight. Her face was pressed against his throat; she could taste salt on his skin. “Later.”

He turned his head to kiss her again, nipping at her lower lip. The slight shock of pain only added to her urgency. Her breath came in quick bursts, and her head swam. She couldn’t feel her feet touching the floor. All she could sense was Shane’s strong arms around her, Shane’s steel-hard cock thrusting against her, and the tide of ecstasy that swept her away.

Catalina leaned against Shane, catching her breath. Her legs felt wobbly, as if they wouldn’t bear her weight. Then, as she became more aware of the world, she realized that he was holding her up. And also that he was still hard as a roc

k.

She reached down and gripped him. He made a sound like he’d had the wind knocked out of him.

“Ready for another round?” she asked. “Or do you still want to lock yourself in the bathroom?”

“Fuck, no,” Shane said.

Catalina’s laugh turned into a yelp as he dropped to the floor, taking her with him. They landed with her on top. She knew he’d done that on purpose, so she wouldn’t be bruised— Shane never moved clumsily or accidentally.

He lay beneath her, his chest heaving. She couldn’t stand to have anything separating them, even a thin layer of cloth. Catalina sat up atop his hips and grabbed his shirt in both hands, planning to rip it off his body.

Shane caught her wrists, shaking his head. “Don’t do anything to our clothes. We can’t let Apex find out what we’re doing.”

She didn’t know why it mattered, but she was hardly going to stop to ask now. She pulled his shirt off, exposing the lean muscles of his chest. He reached up to take off her shirt, then unsnap her bra.

“God, you’re gorgeous.” Shane cupped her breasts, then teased the nipples with his fingertips, hardening them into nubs and sending little shocks of pleasure shivering down her spine.

But good as that felt, she wanted more. She wanted skin to skin contact, everywhere, right now. Catalina peeled off her jeans and soaked panties, then dragged Shane’s jeans and boxers off. His cock was hard as it could be, the head glistening and slick against her belly. She wanted to sit on it and have it fill her, immediately.

Catalina raised herself to settle down on him. Once again, Shane reached up to stop her.

“No condoms. And I can’t...” He swallowed, making his Adam’s apple bob. “I can’t guarantee I’d pull out. Use your hands. Your mouth. Your thighs. Anything else.”

Catalina remembered him saying, “I’m losing control.” But he hadn’t. He’d made sure she didn’t get bruised. He’d stopped her from tearing his shirt. Even now, when it was probably hard to think of anything but getting off, he was still prioritizing her safety above his pleasure.

What would it be like to really make him lose control? Catalina wondered. What would it be like to see that shield of his smashed to bits?