Protecting His Beautiful Lover (Southern Soldiers of Fortune 3)

As if drawn by an invisible cord, Tara found herself looking up at him, finding Clint’s lips right there, near enough that if she leaned in just a little, she could kiss him again. Electric sparks seemed to fill the tiny space between them and her blood felt on fire with need. Need to touch him and taste him and have him for herself, even if it was for just one night.

His blue gaze darkened, flicking from her eyes to mouth then back again. He waited, hesitating, as if giving her a chance to back away, but in the end, the choice had already been made, at least on Tara’s end. Then he brushed her lips with his and her brain stopped completely as she surrendered to the kiss, turning to slide her fingers into his hair and keep him right where he was, in case he had any ideas about ending things too soon.

11

Clint couldn’t quite believe he’d made a move on Tara, but now that he had, there was no stopping him. Especially since memories of their previous kiss had kept flooding his mind all day.

So yeah. He was tired of fighting it. Tired of battling for control of his world, his emotions. Tired of it all. For now, for tonight, he was giving in. She gasped softly and he took advantage, sliding his tongue between her lips to taste her once more. She was just as sweet as he remembered, with a hint of spice from their dinner.

Before he knew what was happening, she turned and clambered into his lap, straddling him. She seemed to want this as much as he did, but he wanted to be sure, had to be sure. With more effort than he cared to admit, Clint pulled back, licking his lips and tasting her there, resting his forehead against Tara’s and staring into the depths of her beautiful hazel eyes. “Are you sure about this? About us?”

For a moment she didn’t answer and his heart stumbled. If she didn’t want him, he’d end this, but damn, it would be hard. And speaking of hard, his cock ached against the fly of his jeans. If she walked away, he’d definitely need a cold shower, maybe two, to get himself back on track again.

Then a slow grin spread across Tara’s gorgeous face, setting his blood on fire like a lit match to gasoline and he knew before she said a word that yeah, this was on. Then she slid one of her hands from around his neck, down his chest, past his waistband, to cup him through his jeans and Clint damned near embarrassed himself right there on the floor. She stroked him so good through the denim that he bit back a groan. “Oh yeah,” Tara whispered. “I’m sure.”

From there, everything seemed to happen in a flurry of kisses and touches, their clothes coming off in a series of tugs and awkward pulls. They stretched out on the rug in the living room, careful not to knock over the castle they’d built or make too much noise for fear of waking Ashley. Beneath her top and jeans, she had on a matching set of pink lace undies. Delightful and decadent. Clint set about removing both of those garments with his teeth while Tara chuckled and tried to pull him away.

She removed his jeans slowly too, nuzzling him through the dark cotton of his boxer briefs, making him moan low in his throat as she traced the outline of his stiff cock with her tongue before tugging off his underwear completely. He took back control, though, after that, because yeah. Too much of that and he wouldn’t last.

Clint nuzzled his way down Tara’s neck to her chest, worshipping her amazing breasts with his lips and tongue. They were small, just the right size to fill his palms, and so sensitive. Every nip and lick of her nipples made her sigh and shiver and Clint feared he’d never get enough of her.

“Hey,” Tara said, pulling his face up to meet her gaze. “We could move this to my bedroom, if you want.”

Instead of answering her, he returned to her breasts, taking one nipple in his mouth to suck on its taut, pink peak. Tara writhed in his arms, arching and grinding against him. Distracted with desire, just like he wanted. He didn’t want to move this to her bed

room because most likely after having sex with Tara, he’d be so blissed out he’d fall asleep there and he didn’t do that. Not with another person. Sleeping was when you were most vulnerable, and Clint couldn’t afford to let anyone in. He had to be “on” at all times. Keep his defences up and stay safe. That’s how it worked.

Besides, there was something about doing it right here in the living room that made it seem hotter. He kissed his way down her stomach, then spread her legs, admiring the treasure he’d uncovered. Tara rose up on her elbows and slid her nails against his scalp, making him shudder with sensation.

“Clint, you don’t have to—” she started, but he stopped her by leaning forward and tracing his tongue over her slick folds. “Oh, God. That feels so good.”

He did it again, positioning her legs over his shoulders and spreading her wider with his thumb and forefinger, exposing her most sensitive flesh. He licked and nuzzled and sucked her until she was breathless with need. Then he inserted first one, then two fingers inside her, preparing her for him.

“Oh, Clint.” Her fingers tightened in his hair as her body bucked beneath him. “I’m…Oh, God…I’m…”

“That’s it,” he whispered, kissing her inner thigh. “Come for me, baby.”

She came hard around his fingers, biting back her cries, her head back and her eyes closed. Clint nursed her through it, then kissed his way back up her body until he was stretched out beside her again. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes had gone dreamy and sated. He’d never seen a more beautiful sight in all his life. To know he’d made that happen meant even more. He kissed her gently and cupped her face, running his thumb along her cheekbone. “Good?”

“So good.” She smiled up at him sleepily, then reached down to take his cock in her hand again. He was so hard, so ready that he feared a few strokes would do him in. He reached down and placed his hand over hers and Tara looked hurt. “I want to make you feel good too.”

“You will, baby. You will.” He fumbled behind him with his free hand on the floor for his jeans and pulled out the condom he always kept stashed in his back pocket, just in case. After putting it on, he rose over her, resting his weight on one forearm while positioning his cock at her wet entrance with the other. “Are you sure you want this, Tara?”

“God, yes!” she said, pulling him down for another hot, open-mouthed kiss while arching her hips up toward him. Clint didn’t need another invitation and sank into her in one stroke, holding still for a minute to let her body adjust to the size of him. He wasn’t a small guy. Not anywhere close. Soon, Tara began to move under him, locking her legs around his waist and digging her heels into his butt. “You feel so good.”

“So do you,” he murmured against the side of her neck. Actually, she felt amazing. But if he wasn’t careful, this would all be over too soon, and Clint wanted it to last all night. He pulled out slowly and thrust back into her, angling his strokes to bring her maximum pleasure. Soon he’d set up a rhythm that had them both edging closer and closer to orgasm. He bit his lip to keep from tumbling over the brink before her, reaching down between them to stroke her most sensitive flesh again. “Are you close, baby?”

Tara gasped, digging her nails into his scalp, meeting him thrust for thrust. “Yes. So, so close.”

“Good, baby. Good.” He bent to kiss her, his thumb circling between her legs and boom. Tara arched, her head thrown back as she climaxed for the second time with him buried deep inside her. The milking of her body around him was all it took. A familiar tingle started near the base of his spine and his balls tightened. Clint drove hard into her once, twice, then his world exploded in bright sparks of sensation, waves of pleasure washing over him and taking him under until nothing existed but him and her and this moment, this night.

They lay there for a long time after, slowing drifting back to earth and to themselves.

“That was…” Tara said quietly, her fingers toying with his hair as he rested half on top of her, his head pillowed on the center of her chest, her heartbeat pounding steady and strong beneath his ear. “Wow.”

“Agreed.” He smiled and pressed a kiss to the side of her breast. “We didn’t even knock down the castle.”

She laughed. “Is that a euphemism?”