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He rested his forehead against hers and took a deep breath like he was breathing her in. “Forgive me, princess. I’m sorry. It was a shit thing to say and I fucking hate that I hurt you.”
His hand inched upward and she held her breath when his fingers touched her skin and continued their climb. His fingertips stopped just beneath the underside of her breasts and she felt them swell. Her pulse quickened in anticipation of his touch there.
“Nobody is going to hurt you, princess. I’ll kill anyone who tries.” The deep timbre of his voice, along with his thumb now brushing too close to her breast, had her whimpering for something she couldn’t define.
“Forgive me,” he whispered. His lips kissed the top curve of her ear.
Saying the words to forgive him wasn’t possible. All she could manage was a simple nod. Every other emotion and sensation was focused on his hands and his lips and how he was making her crazy with the need for more of his touch. Everywhere.
“I’ll always protect you, even from myself,” he murmured against her skin.
He stepped back, taking his touch away. She could no longer feel him pressed against her and his tantalizing fingers and lips were no longer against her skin.
“Stay in this room, princess.” His demand was like a bucket of ice water poured over her heated body. “I’ll send someone up with food. Take a shower. There are t-shirts in the closet you can sleep in.”
How could he switch emotions so quickly and so easily? She couldn’t keep up, still half-dazed and wanting his touch. She blinked and found him halfway out the door as if what they’d just shared meant nothing.
“Dozer,” she called out and he stopped. His eyes stared into hers and what he must see she could only imagine. Her face felt heated and her nipples were straining against her shirt, begging for his hands to continue with what he’d started.
“Damn it, Janel. Don’t look at me like that.”
She had no idea how she was looking at him. As if he were the meal she desperately needed to sate her starving body? That’s how she felt.
“If you don’t get your ass in the shower right now, I’m going to take everything you’re promising and that’s not what this is about. This is about me keeping you safe.”
Where her confidence came from, she didn’t know. She certainly knew nothing about seduction, or even what sex was all about, but her chin went up, daring him to walk out and leave them both wanting.
“Don’t,” he warned, his jaw tensing as he took a step further from the door and closer to her.
She didn’t move. She wanted his touch again. She’d never felt anything like it before. Not even when James kissed her. Dozer’s touch was exciting and made her feel like she’d overindulged in wine, except the next morning she wouldn’t be hit with the worst headache.
He took another step closer. If he wanted to, he could reach out and touch her. “You want me to fuck you, princess?” Another step brought him even closer. She could smell his intoxicating scent. “You want me to toss you on that bed, strip those tight jeans right along with your panties down your legs, and sink my cock in your wet pussy?”
Janel had to close her eyes against the visual onslaught his words caused. He grabbed her arms, keeping her from falling to her knees and pushed her back against the nearest wall. Taking both of her hands in one of his, he raised them above her head and slid his face against her cheek and breathed her in.
She froze as the fingers of his free hand slid beneath the waistband of her jeans and under the elastic of her panties. She sucked in a breath when he touched her, there, and he groaned, “Fuck, I knew you were drenched.”
Nothing could have prepared her for the fire burning through her. Or how his touch caused a riot of butterflies to swarm between her legs as he worked his fingers inside of her. Against her ear, he hissed, “Damn, princess, that’s a tight little pussy.”
Without knowing what she was doing or why, her hips thrust back and forth, working his fingers deeper.
“That’s it. Take what you want.” He nuzzled her neck and the pressure inside her increased. Was there more than one finger inside her? She didn’t know. She didn’t care, as long as he didn’t stop.
“You like that, baby, don’t you? You’re so tight. You like a thick cock working you?”
“I…I don’t know,” she stuttered, willing to tell him anything as long as he didn’t stop. She’d given herself orgasms before, but they’d never felt this intense, this otherworldly.
“Do you want three?” he teased against her cheek. Then she winced when he followed through. “I’ve never felt a pussy this tight. Has it been a while?”
She trembled, the building pressure fogging her mind. “You could say that if never is a while.”
“Never…” he mumbled, and his whole body went still.
In her sex-addled fog, she didn’t understand why his talented fingers left her and he moved away, leaving her heated body unfulfilled for the second time.
Confused, she didn’t grasp the angry look on his face. She wanted to beg him to forgive her and finish what he’d started.
“You’re a virgin?” he asked, distaste in his voice.
