Page 42 of Protect and Serve

“I’m going to fuck you.”

It was only fair to give her warning.

But she hardly needed it. Her fingers flew to his belt buckle but honestly, even that was a torment, because she fumbled with it and kept scraping his cock as she tried to open his jeans. He suspected she was doing it on purpose and frankly, at the moment, he didn’t have the patience or the fortitude to withstand any more of her teasing.

As it was, he barely had the mental wherewithal to remember the condom.

Thank God it was in his back pocket.

Charlie released his cock and tore open the wrapper with his teeth, then quickly slipped the condom on. He glanced at her and caught her staring at him. At it.

“Oh, my,” she murmured as she took him in her fist.

“Claire. Don’t.” He barely choked it out.

“But I want to feel you.”

“Not now.” He grabbed her wrists in one hand and pinned them over her head as he arched his back and guided himself in. And yeah.

Heaven. Freaking heaven.

He closed his eyes as he slid deeper, reveling in her exquisite grip. “Jesus.”

She wriggled beneath him, probably trying to pull her hands free, but all it did was incite the beast within him. He opened his eyes and stared at her as he made the final thrust and filled her.

She gasped. Moaned.

Her expression was magnificent, wreathed with delight. Her lips were parted, eyes wide and shining with anticipation. She was so beautiful splayed before him. His only regret was that they hadn’t taken the time to remove their clothes.

He’d planned to do that, he recalled. Planned to strip her slowly.

But at the moment, he couldn’t be bothered with regrets, because she arched up into him and huffed his name on a breath and wriggled some more, which really lit his fire.

He loved when she wriggled.

But as much as he enjoyed holding her still, he needed both hands to fuck her the way he wanted, so he released her wrists and grabbed hold of her hips and began to move.

Oh, gently at first—as he’d decided. A deliberate, tormenting in and out, working up slowly to something wilder, but his body betrayed him.

Or she did.

As soon as she was free of his hold, she pulled him down and gave him an openmouthed kiss that made his mind spin. She scratched at his back through his shirt, fisted her hands in his hair and clung to his ears to keep him close.

Her passion tipped him over the edge and all his carefully designed maneuvers went out the window.

All of his gentility fled.

He growled and glared at her and held her tight as he plowed into her, faster and faster; he surprised even himself with his ferocity.

This was Claire beneath him, around him, urging him on with her grunts and moans and, yes, occasionally commands. He did his best to obey, because they were things he wanted, needed, craved as well.

Faster.

Harder.

Deeper.

Yes, yes, yes. He would give it all to her. Give her everything.