Page 29 of Her Faithful Protector

He looked down at her, his eyes searching. That was when she remembered he was as new to this as she was. She wondered if he was as prepared for tonight as she was.

“Tell me what you need, Cami, and it’s yours.”

“I need my bra off, and your shirt off.” She struggled to sit up so she could get out of her dress, and then unsnap her bra.

He pulled her close and easily smoothed the dress down her arms, lifting her slightly so that it fell to the floor. Camilla shivered, in a good way.

“Is this what you wanted?” he asked. His voice was deeper, smokier.

“My bra,” she whispered.

He was looking down at her body, his eyes intent. Did he like what he saw? She took a deep breath, sucking in her stomach.

“Don’t do that,” he said as he traced his fingers along the skin of her tummy. “Relax.”

How could she relax? She was about to be naked in front of Nic for the very first time. It was scary and wonderful all at the same time.

“You know we can’t go too far; I don’t have—” he started.

“I have condoms in my purse,” Camilla interrupted.

He froze. She’d surprised him. Good. She reached up, cupping his face, and leaned in for a kiss. When he didn’t respond she pulled back.

“Are you sure?”

“I’ve never been more sure about anything. I want us to make love.”

His big body shuddered. He pulled her closer for another one of his soul-shattering kisses. She had no idea how long they stayed like that, lost in each other’s arms, but then he tugged her hand out of his hair and she felt her bra strap ease down her arm. He soon had her out of her bra and he tossed it to the floor.

She looked up at him, her eyes heavy with passion. When had he taken off his shirt? It didn’t matter. She pushed her breasts against his hot chest, moaning at the lush sensation of skin against skin. Levering herself against his abdomen she pushed herself into a kneeling position. His hazel eyes watched her as she went to work on the buttons of his jeans.

“Hold on.”

She looked up at him in confusion.

He sat up and pulled the throw blanket from off the back of the couch and wrapped it around her shoulders. “We’re going to my bedroom.” He pulled her close as they headed down the hall.

“My purse.” she pointed.

He gave her a roguish look, then swept it up in his hand.

“Anything else?” he asked.

She shook her head.

He guided her towards his room. Her heart started beating faster. Would she really be able to talk Nic into making love with her tonight?

Once the door was closed behind them, he pulled her in for a kiss. The blanket was in the way of her wrapping her arms around him, but it didn’t matter, because his lips were on hers and it felt sublime. He took the kiss deeper; her thoughts whirled around her head until they all centered on being cocooned by Nic. His tongue thrust into her mouth and she tasted his want, his need, and most of all, his love.

For a moment she felt like she was flying, then Camilla found herself gently placed in the middle of Nic’s bed. She smiled up at him, his hazel eyes, and that dimple in his chin. The blanket fell away and she could move her arms. She traced the cleft, then touched his lips. She read every concern in his eyes, his every worry. But he wanted, Lord how her man wanted.

“You have to be sure, Cami. Are you?” he whispered.

“You have to be sure too, Nic. I’m the one who wants to divest you of your virginity, are you ready for that?”

His eyes went wide and he threw back his head and laughed. He had the best laugh of anybody she knew.

He stood up by the side of the bed, undid the rest of the buttons on his jeans, and pulled them off along with his underwear. This time her eyes went wide.