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I tugged her close and said, “They weren’t you.”

Chapter Twelve: My Guardian

Maya

The man could kiss. Of this, there was no doubt. I loved the way he tasted and it made me feel hot everywhere. I never remembered feeling like this before with a couple of other men who had kissed me. Maybe that was why all I allowed was one kiss then I never dated them again. Henry seemed to be very different and I knew this before he ever kissed me. And I realized that I wanted him too. How could this be though? Then I remembered now how I noticed him right away when the kids and I followed him to their vehicle the day we were rescued.

Of course, I did. Tall, wide shouldered and fit. Then he had those mesmerizing green eyes. Oh, and he smelled good. So good, all the time. I noticed this back in Mexico City at the hotel. When we took the kids up and down in that glass elevator. Yes, I think I was stricken by his good looks, the Brit accent and those eyes of his. Now? It was his lips and his tongue I fell for.

The kiss got hotter and we were breathing heavily, suddenly desperate to be close while we nearly tore each other’s clothes off, then we came together skin to skin. It just seemed to happen all at once, a sudden leap of passion and need. Like we both went crazy and just had to taste each other.

Backing me up to his bed, he turned me and we both fell on it together.

I instantly loved the feel of him brushing up against me. Yes, his skin felt as smooth as it looked. And all those ripped muscles were just as hard as I envisioned.

He captured my mouth in another wild, fiery kiss. It went on and on as I got breathless. Finally, he pulled back and we were both panting for air. He lowered his body down along mine as his hot mouth kept roaming over my skin. His hands followed the same path.

Heat, all I knew was this enveloping heat, everywhere along my body. I never felt this way the one time I had been with a guy. It had never been like this.

Finally, he grasped my hips, tilting them upward. “I hope you’re ready for this,” he warned as he lowered his head between my thighs. He got to it immediately, sliding his tongue up and down along my wet folds.

Again, this was new to me as I wasn’t prepared for such an overwhelming feeling. I was now gasping with an unrelenting pleasure. I thrashed my head back and forth as he licked and sucked on me, seeming to enjoy everything he did to me. Tanta roba! Men actually did this to women and enjoyed it like Henry was?

He hummed against my mound, his lips brushing my skin.

With his humming and licking, my hips arched upward and I helplessly came into his mouth. My body trembled as I breathlessly whispered his name.

He took his time finishing the heavenly treatment and kissed the skin along my inner thighs then he slid himself up along my body. Tucking his arms under me, he held me close. “I knew I would get hooked on the flavor of you.” He leaned in and kissed me deeply again. Finally, he pulled back and his eyes sparkled with a seeming joy.

Breathless, I couldn’t speak yet. But I had noticed that when he felt passion, his eyes deepened in color like emeralds. What man had eyes like this? I was still shocked by this trait.

He chuckled and asked, “Are you alright, Maya?”

“I have…” I paused and tried again, “Never had…” I had to wait until my lungs were ready for me to speak.

“That is a shame, but I am glad I am your first. Never fear, I will be doing it quite often. I love the way you taste.” He caressed my cheek as he kept gazing into my eyes.

I admit it, I became spellbound by this man. If I ever could be hooked on something it would be for what he just did. It was erotic, heavenly and addictive. “Henry?”

“Yes, my dear?”

I loved that perfect English accent of his. I giggled as I teased him, “Are you done?”

He laughed. “I now know that I will never be done with you, sweet Maya. I just wanted to give you a break.”

“A break?” I felt confused. “From what?”

“A complete shagging as we brits call it. An unwavering storming of your senses. I wish to give you so much pleasure and joy that you will never leave me.”

I stilled at this wild statement and asked, “You are serious?”

“Never been more. I want to make you the happiest, most loved Maya Angel on the planet. You deserve the best and maybe you deserve better than me. But I will be your everything, I promise.”

I stared up at the ceiling. I never met a man who said the kind of things he did. In fact, I suddenly realized Sir Henry was everything a man should be. Kind, warm and protective. Then there were his other traits. Sexy, the best kisser, with a mouth that could rock my world.

Bolting up, he took me into his arms and swiftly carried me across the luxurious room.

I was startled as he’d moved so fast and I didn’t know he intended to leave the room either. “What the…?”