Page 90 of Her Noble Protector

“Lisa—”

She dug in her nails and scratched, and he groaned.

“Get with the program,” she whispered fiercely.

He pushed up onto his forearms. “You have your bags packed downstairs, it’s too soon.”

“You carried me upstairs to the bed, it’s the right time.” She lifted up and licked his lower lip. This time he didn’t groan, he plundered. Lisa’s head fell back on the bed as heat overwhelmed her. Raiden’s power was breathtaking, and she cherished it. She wiggled beneath him, moving her hands again to get to the button on her jeans.

“We have time,” he smiled lazily.

“No, we don’t. I’m burning up.” She worked down her zipper. Raiden stilled her hands.

“You’ve got to let me take the lead on this.”

“Is that some kind of guy thing?”

“No, this is a me-with-Lisa thing.” Raiden bent down again. She opened her mouth for another kiss but he grazed her cheek, then kissed her behind her ear. His tongue swirled there and she gasped, her hips surging upwards. She clenched at his back. His tongue trailed down her jaw, then he placed soft kisses down her neck. Such soft kisses.

He lifted up again and looked into her eyes as he unbuttoned the top button of her blouse. She bit her lip as he stroked her breastbone, then he unbuttoned the next button, and the next until her smoke-gray bra was revealed.

“You’re beautiful.”

“You make me feel beautiful.”

He pulled down the cup of her bra, then traced around her nipple with his tongue. She started to pant. “Take off your shirt, Raiden. You’re beautiful too. Please take off your shirt.”

Raiden sucked the tip of her breast into his mouth and she started to shake. The sensations were earth-shattering.

“OhGodOhGodOhGod.”

She felt movement on her other breast and it took her the longest time to realize that he was rolling her other nipple between his thumb and finger. She wrapped one of her legs around his waist, desperate to get closer.

Raiden finally lifted his head just a little and blew on the wet nub. She cried out at the powerful sensation heating her blood. Raiden knelt up and pulled off his shirt, then hauled her up, stripping off her blouse and bra.

“You with me?” he asked.

She looked up at him, dazed.

He smiled a slow sexy smile. “You’re with me.” He reached down and pushed off her ankle boots and socks. His right hand caressed the arch of her foot. She moaned and her hand went to his zipper this time.

“No baby, just lie back and enjoy.”

“Gotta touch you,” she said as her hands skimmed upwards and smoothed over his chest, pressing into his thick muscles. More heat pooled between her legs. Raiden pulled back again, but thank God, it was only to pull off her jeans.

“Panties too,” she begged.

He gave her a considering look, then his fingers hooked into her gray-lace panties and slowly pulled them down her legs, one slow inch at a time, his tongue trailing along with them.

What was he doing? Did he want her to burst into flames?

Lisa was shuddering on the bed when she was naked, and he was kneeling in front of her with his jeans still on. She could care less about second or third or fourth base—a terrible, aching need was ripping through her body. Even though she was lying there nude, she didn’t feel vulnerable, she felt powerful. Lisa had never felt so connected to anyone in her life.

“Lisa—”

“I want this.”

Raiden’s lips twitched. “Are you ever going to let me finish a sentence in bed?”