Under His Protection (Protect and Defend 1)

His mouth on her, lips sucking, tongue licking.

When he placed a soft kiss directly onto her mound she shuddered. His tongue dabbed out to lick and search her thoroughly, making her cry out. God, she was so close already. It was such an intimate thing, his mouth on her sex, his hands spreading her wide open and she reveled in it.

Nearly shot off the counter when he wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked. She tilted her head back and closed her eyes as the full impact of what he did to her body hit her.

It was as if he knew just what to do, just how to touch her to make her feel so amazingly good. Reaching out, she smoothed her hand over his head, her fingers sinking into his thick hair.

He glanced up, his eyes meeting hers and he moved away from her the slightest bit, his tongue curling out to lick, lap at her over and over again.

Just watching him, his gaze locked with hers, his mouth wet with her juices brought her closer, her orgasm right there just waiting for her to claim it. And when his lips wrapped around her clit and sucked it into his mouth and a thick finger slid deep into her body, she shattered. Fell apart all around him, her body growing so limp afterward, she almost slid off the counter.

Thank God, Mason was there to catch her.

* * * *

Christ, Blake tasted so sweet. But the look on her face when he’d brought her to orgasm was even sweeter. Her eyelids had fluttered shut, her mouth went slack and the rosy flush that crossed her skin made her glow. Glowing with her orgasm, her entire body trembling, the inner walls of her sex clenched around his finger, her hard little clit throbbing against his lips.

It had been incredibly arousing. And now the raging hard-on he had pressing against his jeans would not settle down. He needed to get inside Blake and quick.

Funny, considering he’d been ready to bolt just a few moments ago. A clear head and a bit of distance had told him he’d put Blake at risk by having sex with her. Her father would hit the roof. He could lose his job.

Clearly, he wasn’t thinking straight.

But then she’d walked into the kitchen looking like a rumpled-I-just-had-sex-and-now-I’m-a-very-satisfied woman. The silky robe clinging to her every curve and the smile on her face had been full of knowledge. Of him. Of them. Together.

He’d tried to play it cool, put her off, but ultimately, he couldn’t resist. And when she’d opened her robe and he caught a glimpse of all that delicious, naked skin, he’d caved.

And hauled her up onto the kitchen counter and dived between her legs like so

me sort of crazed mad man. She might think he was too much of a barbarian to deal with after that experience, and he couldn’t blame her.

“Oh, my God,” she whispered, her voice shaky and hoarse. She cleared her throat. “What was that?”

Mason stood, dropping a kiss to her trembling lips and she deepened it, not seeming to care if she could taste herself on his mouth.

He found that beyond arousing. So did his cock. It was straining against the fly of his jeans so hard, it was painful.

“Did you like that?” He kissed her again, his tongue darting out to meet hers.

She nodded, her expression slumberous. “Oh, my God, yes.”

“Good.” He dropped a tender kiss to her lips, chuckling at the dazed expression on her face. “I want to be inside you.” He paused, pulling away so he could look at her. “This is a long shot, but do you have condoms in the kitchen? Maybe? Or somewhere else stashed in the house?”

Blake shook her head. “I don’t think so.”

“Shit.” He thrust a hand in his hair, pushed it away from his forehead. He hadn’t planned for this very well, though he couldn’t deny the surge of possessiveness that filled him at her admission. No condoms in the house meant she’d rarely if ever brought a guy into this house, either. He liked that, macho asshole that he was. “I only had the one in my wallet.”

Not like he’d planned on having sex with Blake, but damn. And how was he going to march down to the tiny drugstore in town and buy a box? The entire island would be amiss with the fact that the burly, quiet guy who followed the VP’s daughter bought condoms.

Which meant he was having sex with the VP’s daughter. And wouldn’t that go over well with her dad if he ever found out?

Yeah, he didn’t think so either.

Gentle fingers touched his cheek and he glanced up, found Blake watching him intently. “I’m on the pill.”

Of course, she was. The girl who had the outrageous sex life, according to the tabloids at least, would need to be on the pill just as an extra precaution.

Mason grimaced. Talk about thinking like a macho asshole...