Under His Protection (Protect and Defend 1)

“Let’s take this somewhere else.” He wondered at her comment. Did she mind that he’d handled her a little roughly? If he had his way, he’d let loose, break free of all restraint and attack this woman with all of the pent up emotion he’d kept inside over the last few months.

But he didn’t want to frighten her or freak her out. He’d done that before a time or two with past women. Women who didn’t appreciate his overzealousness in the bedroom.

Could Blake take it? Take all of him?

“I can’t believe we’re taking this at all.”

Her comment made him grasp her by the upper arms and set her away from him. He studied her carefully, not wanting reality to ruin it for them. “Why can’t you believe it?”

“You didn’t want me before, Mason,” she said, her voice so soft he had to lean in close to hear her.

“Sweetheart, I want you more than my next breath.”

Shifting, he couldn’t help but stare at her beautiful upturned face. Her blue eyes were wide and glassy with arousal and surprise. Her cheeks flushed a pretty pink and her mouth...

It was swollen and red from his kisses, so utterly sexy. A fierce possessiveness stole over him. He’d done that to her, he was about to do so much more to her too. Damn, he wanted to taste her again, drink from her lips, kiss her for hours while buried deep inside her.

“Take me to my bedroom,” she whispered and he didn’t hesitate at her invitation. He lifted her with ease by gripping her bottom with his hands, giving a grunt of satisfaction when she wrapped her long legs around him.

She clung to him as he carried her back to the bedroom, her soft body pressed to his, her breasts nudging against his chest. He couldn’t wait to set those lush tits free, cup them in his hands, suck on her nipples until she was writhing with pleasure.

Sweat broke out on his forehead and he gritted his teeth, grasping desperately for a shred of control. Loosening his hold on her, she slithered down his body, her every curve brushing against him, making him hard, making him groan.

A smile curved her too tempting mouth and she backed up until she bumped against the edge of the bed. She tugged at the hem of her black sweater, yanked it over her head before she tossed it to the ground. Standing before him in just her jeans and a black lacy bra, she was his every lust-fueled fantasy come to life.

“Are you going to join me?” She offered a little pout, her lush mouth spiking his temperature by about a hundred degrees. “I need your help, Mason. I can’t do this alone.”

Her voice, the words she spoke were all he needed to hear. Taking a step toward her, and then another, he rested his hands on her hips, the tips of his fingers biting into her flesh. Wanting to feel, wanting to savor, desperate to linger.

“You’re not alone, Blake. God, you’re gorgeous like this,” he breathed, his gaze locked on the rapid rise and fall of her breasts. Her breath came at an accelerated pace and she trembled everywhere he touched her.

Was she nervous? He sure as hell was. He didn’t want to screw this up, knew the risk he was taking by having sex with Blake.

For the first time in a long time, it felt like a risk worth taking.

Chapter Seven

Mason’s hands felt amazing on her bare skin and the fierce look on his face stole her breath. Blake watched helplessly as one hand moved to the front of her jeans, long, skilled fingers undoing the snap before they slid down the zipper. He peeled the fabric open, his fingers splaying across her lower belly and she quivered with anticipation.

“So soft.” His other hand tugged the waistband of her jeans down, exposing her to his gaze. A fresh gush of wetness dampened her panties even more when she saw the way he looked at her. “Beautiful.”

Oh, God, the way he spoke, the way he looked at her. This was the moment she’d been waiting for. Finally, she’d know Mason intimately, take him as her lover.

Her earlier bravado and eagerness disappeared in a flash. He made her nervous. So incredibly nervous, her entire body began to shake.

Despite her image, the many men she was seen with, Blake hadn’t had many lovers. She’d always been wary of their motives. Most of the men she met were too dazzled by her father, even before he was the vice president.

Having this virile man in front of her, eyeing her like she was a giant piece of candy he couldn’t wait to gobble up, was almost intimidating. And the more she thought about it, the worse it became. She breathed deep, desperate to calm her racing heart, her whirling mind.

Blake glanced up, her gaze meeting his and the fire she saw burning in his eyes made her dizzy with need. This was no silly party boy she was toying with, ultimately landing in her bed.

Mason Russell was a man. A passionate, in control man and she suddenly realized she had no idea what she was doing.

No idea what she was in for.

“Take off your jeans.” His deep voice brooked no argument and she did as he commanded, shucking the jeans as quickly as she could, though her feet became tangled in them and she nearly fell over.

Reaching out he stabilized her, his fingers wrapped tight around her arm as she kicked off the jeans and she wanted to die of embarrassment. Why couldn’t she be her usual cool and flippant self? Why couldn’t she flirt and bat her eyelashes and drive him crazy like she always did?