One to Protect (One to Hold 3)

The randomness of chance keeps us both in awe, and for that, we treasure these moments. After working so hard, our reunions are the sweetest bliss. He holds me, and I feel very needed and extremely sexy. This man is like water in the desert to me, and it isn’t hard to see the feeling is mutual.

“I’m sorry I interrupted dinner.” Leaning forward, he nibbles the skin at my neck, and a surge rises between my legs. “Can you wait?”

My voice is thick as I answer. “I guess so…”

His mouth moves to my stomach then lower. My heartbeat quickens, knowing what’s coming. A kiss to my navel, his tongue lightly traces the small circle, and I whimper.

“You guess so?” The sly grin in his voice tells me he knows I’ll wait. I’m buzzing with anticipation as it is.

One quick slide, one quick lift, and my thighs are open. Toes curled, I let out a little cry as soft lips, scratchy beard, trace a line down my inner thigh to the center where his warm tongue makes a slow pass around my clit.

“Oh, god!” I curl up, threading my fingers in the sides of his hair. “Derek!”

Blue eyes are on me in a grin as another hot, firm circle covers that sensitive bud hidden between the folds. I collapse back with a groan of pleasure.

He sucks and pulls as I writhe, covering my eyes as the pleasure roars through my pelvis. My hips follow the movements of his mouth. He doesn’t stop, doesn’t let up until I’m bucking and moaning, holding his head and trembling.

Two thick fingers push inside, and my knees rise on their own. One more little pull, and he kisses my stomach, on the way up before thrusting into me, rocking hard and fast.

He’s the one groaning now, and I’m holding on, burning in my afterglow as he joins me, his second orgasm even stronger than the first. One large hand grips my ass, and the other is pressed against the wall behind me as he thrusts again and again, harder and deeper, before letting go with a low moan.

For a moment, he’s still. I’m lying back on the bed, admiring his lined stomach and broad shoulders. His head drops, and I reach for him. With a swift scoop, he rolls us both to the side, and I’m clutched close against his chest, his arms around my waist. His lips press against my shoulder, and I try to remember what we were even saying before on the couch.

He exhales, speaking into my hair. “You have no idea how happy I am to see you.”

That makes me laugh, and I squeeze him tighter. “I think you’ve shown me twice now.”

“I intend to show you several more times before Sunday. I might not let you leave this bed.” His tone sends a thrill to my stomach… which is followed by a loud rumble. We both laugh.

“Baby is not amused. You’d better run get our dinner before he starves.”

He’s up in a flash, pausing to lean back and kiss my forehead roughly before heading to the living room. I

admire his tight rear view flexing as he walks out the door to our abandoned dinner. Then he’s back, still sporting a semi along with the tray of food and drinks.

My head is shaking. “You’re insatiable.”

“And you’re gorgeous.”

“Flattery will get you everywhere.” I fluff the pillows and sit back against them while he arranges the tray between us on the mattress.

A quick sip, and he puts the flute on the side table. “I feel bad having cava without you.”

“Mmm, I don’t mind. It reminds me of the night we met.”

“You were the most amazing creature I’d ever seen, sitting at the bar, wrinkling that little nose with every sip.” He touches my nose with a grin. “Adorable.”

“That drink was disgusting. Seven and seven.” I shudder and take another bite of sandwich. “This is much better.”

“I was done for the moment I saw you. I couldn’t stay away.”

Nodding, I swallow my bite. “You were pretty intimidating being so focused, but lucky for you, I wasn’t backing down anymore. From anything.”

He doesn’t speak, instead he traces a line down the side of my face, along my hairline as his lips tighten.

“Or I should say lucky for us,” I continue. “Looking back, it was pretty reckless, actually. You could’ve been anybody.” My eyes roam over his darkened expression, and I put my plate aside. “What are you thinking?”

“I had no idea what you were facing.” A note of anger is in the background of his tone. “What was waiting for you at home.”