Protecting Her: A Romance Bundle

“Aren’t you pleased to see me?” he chuckles, seemingly stunned by my answer. “It’s been a long trip.”

I decide I don’t care if it’s a dream or not, I just want to hold him, so I leap from where I’m standing and I wrap myself around him completely. My arms, my legs, everything. I hold him and squeeze him tight.

“It’s so good to see you,” I gasp out while I place a kiss on his cheek. He sure as hell feels real! But he kinda does in all of my dreams, so right now I’m willing to just go with it. “You have no idea, Jordan.”

He doesn’t say anything else, he simply steps inside with me wrapped around him and slams the door behind us both. Then, we’re kissing like there’s no tomorrow. The distance has crushed us and if this is really happening, then my God, it feels incredible to hold one another again. His rock-hard body – which has definitely grown stronger since the last time I saw him – his thick head of hair, his mouth tingling against mine…

I don’t know why he’s back and why he didn’t tell me that he was coming, but right now I don’t care. We have all the time in the world for a talk like that. Right now, I just want to feel him everywhere. I have a craving that damn well needs satisfying. It’s been far too long since he satisfied me properly. There’s only so much I can do for myself, I need him, the man who knows my body far better than I know it myself.

Jordan pushes my back against the hallway wall as the kissing grows more passionate. My feet slide to the ground and I let him peel my clothing off. I’m still dressed in my tight work dress, so it’s more challenging to peel off than the baggier, more casual clothing that I used to always wear around him, but sheer determination shreds it from me. I don’t have a bra on, the dress is so tight it holds my breasts in place, so Jordan’s lips are wrapped tightly around my nipple in an instant. I have to keep my back against the cool wall to stop my skin from growing so flushed and my brain so hot that I actually pass out. I do feel a bit faint right now.

I tug my hair out, loving the way it feels tickling my back as Jordan moves his kisses further and further down my body. The hyper sensitive area at the bottom of my belly sets flames alight. Any tiredness that I was experiencing only moments before is long gone, but I don’t intend to use this new woke feeling for work. Not when my man is home. Home, safe and sound, with seemingly no injuries. Nothing to worry about at all.

Yep, this has to be a dream.

My panties shimmy down my legs as Jordan continues to kiss me. Every so often, he adds a little nibble in there which makes me squeal. It’s such a sweet, shocking sensation it makes my knees knock together. I’m jelly in Jordan’s hands, he’s turned me into putty and I freaking love it. I’m pulsing desperately for him.

Once I’m completely naked, Jordan grabs my left thigh and he tosses my leg over his shoulder to fully expose me to him. I’m so caught up in the heady lust of the moment, I don’t even stop to think about it. I toss my head back and let him do whatever the hell he wants to me. I already know that it’ll feel good.

Jordan doesn’t do anything at first, but he doesn’t need to. I can feel his warm breath tickling me all over and I love it. It’s sending shivers up and down my spine and making my hips roll into him.

Soon, my patience is rewarded. Jordan slips one of his fingers into me and also clamps his lips down over my clit. It’s been far too long, so almost instantly I can feel electrical shoot zig zagging right through me. The powerful chemistry that’s always been between us, ever since that magical moment we reconnected in college, is back and stronger than ever. I feel absolutely consumed by it.

“Oh, Jordan.” My voice is rasping and desperate. My neediness shines through, which causes Jordan to slip another finger into me. His rough tongue explores me all over, tracing magical feeling patterns over my clit. I’m honestly in heaven, I can feel myself tipping far too quickly towards the knife edge of desire. If he keeps rolling his lips over me like that, I don’t think I’m going to be able to hold it in any longer.

“Oh, fuck, Jordan,” I scream, letting the orgasm free. I want to hold onto it a little longer because I do always enjoy the anticipation and build up, but today I have no hope. Not when I’ve been surprised by the love of my life. I let it roll over me, crash through me, swallow me up and toss me back to the ground again. My body tenses then relaxes, causing Jordan to pump his fingers faster, sending my flying higher than air. I swear I see stars.

Once the pressure has shattered through me, and I’m panting desperately next to Jordan, he lifts me high once more and crashes my back down on the rug beneath me. He fumbles needily with his belt, desperate for me, and I take the time to seriously enjoy the dark desire behind his gaze. Much as I need this, he must so much more.

His cock springs free and I immediately replace his hand with my own. I tug him a few times, but it’s clear he won’t take long, so I angle him into me instead. I need that feeling of him filling me up just as much as he does.

“Oh, my…” As he thrusts into me, my back arches in sheer bliss. Somehow, having him inside me makes the burning hot pleasure last a little longer, and with every thrust, my head spins all over again. I feel hot, sticky, animalistic. The dragon of desire has been locked away inside for far too long, it wants to burst free.

This time, we shudder and buckle together, clinging onto one another as we do. I love the sound of Jordan’s cries in my ear, I enjoy knowing how much I can send him wild, the deep sexual chemistry that we share keeps us going whenever things get tough. I don’t ever want to lose that. It connects and bonds us.

We collapse next to one another on the rug, panting like crazy people, but very quickly I turn to look ri

ght at him. Now, I suppose, we need to discuss what the hell is going on here. I desperately hope that I’m not asleep. It’ll kill me right now to wake up and to be alone. I desperately need him here.

“Are you back?” I ask him curiously, cocking my head to one side. “I mean, like, for real.”

He grabs my hand and presses it to his chest so I can feel his heart hammering away. “Do I feel real?”

He does, he really does, but I’m so freaked out that all of this is about to fall apart. “You do, but I don’t know what’s happening. I wasn’t expecting you to come home and… well, I don’t know what to think.”

He turns onto his side too and kisses me gently on the lips. “I know, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you that I was coming back but the date kept changing and I didn’t want you to be disappointed. Also, I wanted it to be a surprise.” He lets out a little chuckle. “I hope it’s a nice surprise. You did want me to come back, right?”

I wrap my arms tightly around his neck. I don’t want him to think that I don’t want him here. I’m just stunned. “Of course, I do, you crazy fool. I always want you here. Life is so much better when you’re around. Are you back for long or do you not know yet? Will you have lots to do while you’re here?”

“I don’t know much yet. To be honest, I was mostly just thinking about getting back to you. The rest can come later. And on that note, I know it’s early but I’m shattered. Shall we watch TV in bed?”

The television in the bedroom was my idea, I wanted it to keep me from getting too lonely at night, but now I can’t think of anything better than to watch it with my man. That’ll be wonderful. And he’s right. I do have work, but that can come later. I don’t need to think of anything but him. The gorgeous love of my life.

We don’t even bother to pick our clothes up as we head upstairs because we’re so wrapped up in one another, understandably so. I don’t want to stop touching him for even a second. Not even to head to the bathroom, I’m afraid he’ll disappear in a cloud of smoke. I’ve only just got him back, I’m not ready to let him go.

“I know I probably have a lot to tell you,” he comments as we walk up the stairs. “But you’ve got things to share with me too. Haven’t you, Ronnie?”

The name that I’ve become so used to sounds foreign on his lips. I almost don’t like it. I suppose it’s time now to try and mesh my two lives, if only for a short while.