Page 59 of Her Chosen Protector

He took her nipple into the hot cavern of his mouth and suckled hard. At the same time, his hand shot under her skirt and pushed away the crotch of her panties so that he could start another fire.

Eden was whipping her head back and forth, feeling the tug of Ash’s fingers in her hair as his mouth teased and sucked at her turgid nipple and his other hand sought to kill her with pleasure as he traced the liquid folds of her sex.

She raised her knee, uncaring that her skirt was ripping—she would do anything to guide Asher’s fingers closer to her clit. Again, she tried to move her hands so she could take off her panties, but he forestalled her.

“Uh-uh, what do you need, Sweetheart?”

“Panties. Off.”

“That can be arranged.” His words were nothing but smoky satisfaction. And like everything else about the man, it seduced her into a puddle of wanton need. Asher had her panties off in moments and her skirt rucked up around her waist.

“Touch me.” She really wanted to say ‘fuck me’ but she’d never said that in her life. But she wanted to. She really, really wanted to.

“My way,” Asher whispered against her breast. He reared up and caught her mouth in a torrid kiss. All thought left her as she felt his rough, canvas-covered thigh separate her legs. She moaned in pleasure.

He moved downwards, and then she realized what he was going to do.

“No! Not that. I want you inside me.”

“I want to taste you. I want to pleasure you.”

Asher continued to brush his fingers against her sex, and then slowly he pushed one into the well of her vagina and she clenched around him. She was so close to coming, she just needed a little more.

Why wouldn’t he just give her his cock?

“Asher, please.”

He looked up at her. “I thought I was,” he smiled.

“Fuck me!”

He bent his head and took a long lick around the base of his finger as he eased it in and out of her entrance. Eden shot up on the heels of her feet, anything to bring herself closer to the man who was

giving her so much pleasure.

“You taste so sweet.”

When he added a second finger, it took a moment for her to get used to it, but then the feeling was sublime. He pressed somewhere high inside of her at the same time his tongue circled her clit.

“It’s too much,” she whined.

He didn’t answer. Instead, he suckled her clit and then lightly used his teeth to scrape at the sensitive nub as he inserted a third finger.

Eden scratched at the floor, at his arms, across his back, anything to ground her in the here and now, but she was lost. Everything that she thought was real had disappeared, left in the wake of the man who had rescued her and perhaps captured her heart.

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Eden tried to ignore the muffled beeping. Luckily, it stopped pretty darn quickly, so she was able to turn over, and that’s when she realized she was plastered over the hot planes of a furry muscled male chest.

“Asher?” She winced at the panic in her voice.

“Eden?”

“Uhm.”

“Are we going to have an awkward morning after?” She could hear the laughter in his voice, which woke her up completely. She sat up and felt the sway of her naked breasts. She looked down and saw that in the green light it was pretty clear that she was completely naked.

“Wait a blasted minute! I have a bone to pick with you! Why didn’t we make love?”