Page 88 of Her Tempting Protector

“No, now.” She lifted up and kissed his neck, his jaw, then captured his lips. He was lost…almost. He kept up with a rhythm. One finger, then as she melted around him, two fingers. She sighed, then arched.

“Please Cullen.”

I love you. I love you so much. Please let me get this right.

He stood up and shucked his jeans. He grabbed a condom from his nightstand and looked down at the most beautiful woman in the world. Her green eyes glittered up at him, her smile was a sultry temptation.

She lifted a knee and he caressed it, stroking down toward her ankle. Her toes curled and then she lifted her foot up and up until it glided down his hip.

“God,” he shuddered. “Are you trying to kill me?”

“Tempt you,” she purred.

He loved it. “Oh, you’re doing that all right.” He looked at her face, then his eyes were drawn to the pink folds of her sex. It was as if she were made for him. He had to touch her one last time, feel her response.

When his thumb brushed against the swollen nub of her clit, her moan turned into a muffled shriek of want as she covered her mouth. She was so close.

Perfect.

He pulled her closer to the edge of the bed and positioned the head of his cock to her tight opening. He tried desperately to hold onto his control, so that he could watch her reactions as he experienced the most profound pleasure of his life.

Her legs circled his waist, her heels digging into his ass, thrusting upwards, driving him deep.

“Yes,” she gasped. Her body convulsed. “Oh yes, Cullen.” Her head thrashed, her eyes a dark emerald green. She reached out with her hands, beckoning him.

Exactly. He needed to hold her. He sank down on top of her and she sighed in pleasure, curving her body to meet his. He kissed her, needing her taste, needing to be surrounded and connected in all ways as he began to thrust in and out of the slick heat of her body.

She matched him perfectly. There wasn’t one move he made that she didn’t echo, not one need he had that she didn’t meet.

Her panting turned to gasps and he opened his eyes to watch her. She bit her nails into his back, hard. He loved it.

“Cullen.” She stammered his name.

“Right here.” He kissed her jaw and thrust deep, knowing exactly what she needed.

Her breathing turned ragged. She opened her mouth, and nothing came out but a whine.

“Now, Sweetheart, I’ve got you.”

Her eyes opened and he saw more than her moment of bliss, he saw joy, as they both hurled past the stars.

* * *

Ah, God, there they were, the Demon Sisters. He pulled Carys tighter to his side.

“What?” she asked as she looked up at him. Once again, she was drinking a pineapple Fanta that he had brought with them to Kane’s party.

“My sisters have arrived.”

“They have? Is that them?” She looked out the window to the driveway below. “Let’s go help them. They have their hands full.” Carys sounded like a little kid at Christmas.

“I’m sure the guys will be there in a second.” Cullen saw that his premonition was correct. Leo, Asher, and Nick were outside in a second and on his sisters like a bad case of poison ivy.

“On second thought, let’s go help.”

Carys snickered.

“Oh, you think you’re so smart,” he said as he guided her through a throng of people to the front door.