Page 37 of Her Guarded Hero

He laughed. Dalton cupped her cheek, sighing in relief when she molded her mouth to his.

Sparks blazed behind his eyelids. He tangled his fingers into her wealth of blonde hair, luxuriating in the silky texture. The softness of her lips, combined with the flavor that was all her, was a heady magic that spoke to his soul. Deeper and deeper he fell under Aurora’s spell. He swept his hand down the elegant length of her spine and felt her tremble. Gently, Dalton broke their kiss.

“Are you all right?” he asked softly. He continued stroking her back.

“No. If I don’t have all of you soon, I’m going to be one of those people who spontaneously combust,” she said huskily.

“That’s just a legend, like bigfoot.”

She bit his lower lip.

Hard.

He liked it. Still… “That hurt,” he couldn’t help but tease.

“You big baby.”

Aurora’s eyes gleamed. She bent backwards and snagged the container of ice cream and popped the lid. She came away with a dollop of cream on her finger and ran the cold treat along his wounded lip. Then she swept in for an even deeper kiss. Now he was going to be the one who was going to go up in flames. The woman was dangerous.

He stood up with her in his arms.

“What?!” She wrapped her arms around his neck. “You’re not supposed to be able to pick me up like that. That’s too difficult.”

Dalton grinned and headed toward the hallway.

“Wait!”

“What now?” He looked down at Aurora.

“The ice cream will melt all over everything.”

He sighed. She was right. He let her slide down his body, it was pure torture. Her breasts felt so good against him. She moaned. Then the imp had the gall to wiggle against his erection, and he groaned.

“Be good,” he admonished.

“I’ll try,” she said as she ducked her head and went to the table. She had things put away in under a minute. It took a moment for Dalton to realize that she had been less than confident. That surprised him. Everything about her was sexy as hell, and she caught fire in his arms, how could she doubt herself?

“Aurora?”

She turned to him, a bright smile on her face. Too bright. He stepped forward and tucked her hair behind her ear.

“You do realize I’ve been fantasizing about you since I the first day in the woods, don’t you?”

“Same goes,” she grinned up at him.

The smile still hit him as false. He laced his fingers with hers and tugged her down the hall toward his bedroom.

“My room,” she whispered.

“Depends,” he whispered back.

She stopped in front of the door to his room. “What does it depend on?”

“Are your walls pink? Or do you have horse themed wall paper?”

She let out a laugh. Good, she sounded more relaxed. “I just have to clear the stuffed animals off my bed.”

That deserved a kiss, and Dalton gave her one. By the time they were done she was holding onto his neck and he wasn’t sure that he was going to be able to keep them both standing. “Tell you what, you go clear your bed, and I’ll go grab the protection.” He opened the door to his room. He’d done a lot of shopping while he’d been in town. He wasn’t absolutely sure where tonight would lead, but he’d had hopes.