Page 39 of Protecting Salvation

Chapter12

“You hungry?”Hurricane cast a glance over at Peyton noting the shadows on her fair cheeks and the exhaustion that seemed to seep from her bones. Yet she had this invisible strength about her that made his chest go tight like he was proud of her when he hadn’t had a single thing to do with the woman she was.

He pulled the car up to her house which was quiet and dark. He, Duchess, and a furious and emotional Aoife had tidied it while Bein hovered and growled a lot. Her friend had been spitting mad and it had taken every persuasive technique Bein had to keep her from going to the station and ripping McCain’s balls off. He’d been impressed and just a little terrified of the Irish mafia princess. She’d come a long way from terrified sprite on the run to fierce wife, friend, and soon-to-be mother.

“Sugar?”

“Sorry, what?”

He reached out and stroked a knuckle over her cheek, loving the way she leaned into his touch, her eyes falling closed. She gave him so much trust, allowing him to see her with her walls completely down and he knew he was a goner for this woman already. The fact they’d never had sex didn’t matter to him. He didn’t need that to know she was it for him. He wanted it. God, did he want her but it was only a part of what he hoped they were building.

“You hungry, sugar?”

Her eyes flared with heat, the grey looking almost silver in the light from the moon and every hair on his body rose in response to the electricity flowing through the car.

“Yes, but not for food.”

He wasn’t sure who moved first but he dragged her over his lap, her thighs falling either side of his hips. Her small hands gripped his shirt as he skimmed his hand over her hip, his other hand at her chin guiding their lips together.

Forces collided but he didn’t want to give her hurried and desperate, he wanted to savour every inch of the beautiful woman in his arms. Her sweet taste on his lips, the soft whimpers that made his dick strain against his jeans. Her body rocked against his cock, seeking relief from the ache he knew she felt.

Their bodies melted into each other, embracing the moment with an intensity that transcended words. The air crackled with electricity as their kiss deepened, fervent whispered promises exchanged through their entwined tongues. Every touch, every caress, spoke volumes about the unspoken connection that had blossomed between them. The last few hours had done nothing to dull the desire he had for her.

He revelled in the sweetness of the kiss, savouring the taste of longing on her tongue, of a love so pure it defied the boundaries of time, terrifying him in its intensity. In that stolen moment, their hearts entwined and the world ceased to exist, leaving only the two of them, lost in a world of their own making.

All too soon reality forced its way back in, the sound of a motorbike flying past them breaking the spell. Yet he didn’t want to move, didn’t want to let her out of his arms.

“I want you, Warren.”

“Fuck. I want you too, Peyton.”

He lifted her off him and set her back in her seat before exiting the car and rounding and meeting her as she slammed her door shut. His hand took hers and he all but dragged her to her front door, the giggle from her lips something he wasn’t sure he’d hear again only hours before.

“Wait, where is Bertie?”

His lips twisted in a grin. Only Peyton would think about her dog in this moment.

He pushed open the front door and kicked it shut behind him, engaging the alarm as he pinned her to the cool wall with his body. “Bertie is having a sleepover with Scout and Monty.”

Peyton grinned, her face lighting up with joy and his heart stuttered in his chest. How could one woman have him tripping over his own words with one look?

“Enough talking. Get up those stairs and get in the shower. I’m going to check we’re secure and then I’m coming upstairs and I’m going to fuck the last twelve shitty hours out of you.”

“Is that so?”

His smirk was cocky but hers made him want to blow his load in his jeans like a fucking teenager. She was so beautiful, so confident, and even after everything she’d been through she had enough moxie to tease him.

His fingers threaded through her hair and he tightened his hand into a fist, arching her neck and making her gasp. He kept his eyes on her, watching for any sign that she wasn’t okay with him letting this side of himself out to play but all he saw was hunger.

His lips feathered over her ear as his whispered words melted into her skin. “I’m going to make you come in my mouth. Then I’m going to wash that sexy body until every inch of you is clean and after that, I’m going to make a mess of your pretty pussy when you come all over my cock.”

She moved in a full-body shiver as he let her go and pushed her gently toward the stairs. He watched her walk upstairs, her hips swaying and palmed his aching cock with his hand. This was going to be the biggest test of restraint he’d ever had. But taking care of her was his priority and his dick would have to wait. Giving it a last squeeze, he moved around the house that was now so familiar to him checking every window and door.

This wasn’t something he’d be lax about. Her safety was his top priority, especially with assholes out there trying to hurt his girl. He heard the shower go on and smiled. It was time to back his words with actions and he could hardly wait.

Hurricane stepped into the steam-filled bathroom, feeling the warmth embrace his body as he leaned one shoulder against the frame and took in the scene before him. Droplets of water clung to the mirror, obscuring his reflection but he could see the faint outline of his figure through the mist. The room was filled with the soothing sound of cascading water, providing a melodic backdrop to his thoughts.

The enclosure to the shower gave him brief glimpses of the woman behind it. With her head tipped back in profile she was a fucking siren. He drank her in, every curve a delicious tease as he imagined the drops of water clinging to her perfect body as if they too couldn’t bear to leave.