Promise to Keep (Vow To Protect 2)

I swallow hard about to speak, but he shakes his head slowly, stalling me.

“I know you only want to keep him safe, and that’s the only reason I allowed Kai to do it. But hear me, Angel. If you leave again without it being a life-or-death situation, I will kill you myself. Don’t put me through that again. I can’t take it.”

“Never,” I promise, wrapping my hands around his neck. “I’ll never leave again.”

22

ADRIAN

The smile she gives me is worth all the heartache I just suffered in the last several minutes of her explaining what she needs. I dip my face down to nibble at her bottom lip until she’s panting and clutching at me. Just the way I like her.

As I press into her, she slides forward on the table to cradle her knees around my hips and lock me in place between her thighs. “You’ve surprised me,” she says, arching her neck so I can skim my lips down the column of her throat.

Between nibbles, I ask, “How?”

Her hands fist in the hair at my nape, her body leaning toward me, arching into every touch I smooth over her clothing. Clothing she is wearing far too much of.

I peel the sweater off her body, happy to find her breasts bare and her nipples at attention for my mouth already. “Mmm…Angel, are you trying to tease me?”

She shrugs all innocent, but her eyes are heavy lidded while she clings to me, craving my next caress. “Wasn’t on purpose. I was just trying to get back here quickly before you and Kai walked out of the room and left me to fend for myself.”

“Never.” I dip my hand into the front of her leggings and cup her pussy, my fingers sliding along her wet seam. “I’d never leave you to fend for yourself. That just seems cruel when I get so much enjoyment from taking care of you.”

She huffs at my playful words, both of us knowing the issues between us right now aren’t strictly about sex.

But then she’s easily distracted by my fingers rolling over her clit until I pinch it lightly and make her jolt in my arms. “What are you doing?” she asks into my shoulder.

“Maybe after all this pain, I just need to touch you. I need to put my hands on your skin and remember how it feels to make you come apart in my arms.” I use my teeth on her neck this time to mark my claim. “I need to know you’re real, and you’re here, and you’re mine.”

When she nods, I reach down and scoop the edges of her pants to pull them off and throw them away. She looks so beautiful naked as she clings to me to keep herself upright.

“What about you?” she whines with no real energy.

“You want my clothes off too, Angel, you’ll have to take them off for me.”

Her hands attack my jacket, then slowly, she works her way down the buttons of my shirt to tug it out of my pants. I watch her face as she reveals more and more of my skin. And I’m not the only one lost to the allure of her flesh. She’s clearly mesmerized by every bit of mine. It starts a warm ache in my chest that I rub to try to dislodge.

She dips down to grab my belt buckle and then shoves my pants down my legs to pool at my feet. Not wanting her to stop touching me, I kick them away along with my socks and shoes to leave me just as naked as she is. “Better?”

Her eyes rove over my bare chest and then down to my abs, where she traces each of my muscles with her fingertips. It tickles the lower she goes, and I have to stall her hand before she reaches my hip bones. “Now you’re just being mean, Angel.”

I let her go to continue her exploration, and she goes straight for my already hard cock as it juts up toward my belly button. When she wraps her warm fingers around the base, I hiss out a breath and squeeze my eyes closed. At the very least to stay focused on keeping myself in my own skin. Since we married, she’s learned how to touch me, how to pleasure me, and she no longer needs instructions to send me straight toward orgasm.

I stop her hand for a second time and then move it to the table so I get more time to play with her.

There’s a pout in her lip at being denied, so I catch her mouth with mine and strip it away. Melting it under the scorch of my tongue roving hers, devouring her mouth until she’s whimpering, desperate to get closer to me so our bodies can create the friction she needs.