Page 16 of Her Faithful Protector

He grinned. She rarely swore so he knew he was getting to her. Wait until she felt what was coming next.

Nic started a slow slide against her core, up and down, exactly matching the licks that he was now bestowing on her nipple. Sweat broke out on his forehead as he worked to maintain control.

“What are y-y-you doing?” she stuttered.

He didn’t answer, he just continued. Up and down.

Stroke.

Lick.

Stroke.

Until she was moaning. Nic took a moment away from her breast so he could look into her eyes. Her irises had turned a dark navy, her gaze hazy with passion.

“Don’t stop.”

“I’m not.”

Her hands shot up and gripped his hair, pulling his head back down toward her breast, mashing it close for a harder touch than before. Was there any man on earth who could have resisted? He took the rose-tipped nub into his mouth and sucked, twirling his tongue around her nipple. Her taste was exquisite.

Cami’s grip changed; now she was petting his head, running her fingers through his hair, her nails driving him insane. The more she did it, the more his lower body lost its rhythm, and he found himself pushing against her uncontrollably.

Now she had both legs clutched around him as she worked in tandem with each movement.

I’m going to lose it. I haven’t lost control since I was thirteen!

Her sighs and moans intermingled with her pleas.

“Nic…please,” she begged in a husky tone that didn’t sound like her at all. She clutched him harder, and he fell under her spell—all he could think about was giving her pleasure. Anything that would physically convey what mere words couldn’t. After all, how could he tell her that his heart had started beating when he’d met her? That she was the other half of his soul and in her eyes, he saw his future, the man he wanted to be. For her.

He pressed harder and bit gently at her nipple as his hand tugged at her other turgid tip until she cried out his name as she shattered beneath him. Peace overwhelmed him. It was as if her pleasure boomeranged back to him, in an all-encompassing circle. He moved up and cradled her in his arms. Kissing her tears away.

“I’ve got you.”

“Always?” Her voice was faint.

“Always,” he promised.

The ringing of his phone jarred him awake. He grabbed it off his nightstand.

“Hale,” he answered.

“It’s a go,” Max Hogan said without preamble. “Get here now.”

“Consider me on the road.”

5

Camilla and Lisa hadn’t even needed to talk, they just looked at one another. When the kidnappers had demanded that everyone start walking, Lisa had taken the lead and Camilla stayed at the back of the pack. It didn’t matter that they were surrounded by armed men; it gave Camilla a small sense of control, and she would take whatever she could get.

“Hurry up!” Raymundo demanded in Spanish as he shoved his rifle into her ribs.

Camilla would have loved to, but Roxanne was on her last legs and Camilla was having a tough time going any faster with the girl leaning on her.

“What did he say?” Roxanne wanted to know.

“I don’t speak Spanish,” Camilla answered.