Obsessed (The Protectors #13) - Sloane Kennedy Page 0,32

until he suddenly gripped my ass and lifted me. I instinctively put my legs around his waist but before I could tell him I was too heavy, Matias was on the move. His mouth never left mine as he took a few steps, then kicked the shed door open. There was a resounding cracking sound that followed, but I didn’t give a shit if he’d broken the thing or not. All I cared about was finding some relief from the inferno that my body had become.

The shed was quickly plunged into near darkness when Matias booted the door shut behind us. I heard things being kicked around as Matias moved around in the small space. Thankfully, I’d selected a shed that had been designed for an average adult to have a little headroom while inside of it, so even with Matias carrying me, I wasn’t in danger of hitting my head.

I put my trust in Matias to get us wherever he had in mind and just focused on kissing him instead. He growled beneath my mouth and gripped my ass hard, but I didn’t consider it any kind of complaint. And if he did decide to punish me for taking advantage of him literally having his hands full, then so be it.

I only got to tease Matias for about five seconds because that was how long it took him to carry me to the table I used for potting plants. The second my ass hit the wood, Matias’s hands cupped my face and he was back in control of things.

Though that didn’t mean I was a passive participant. Quite the opposite, actually. Because as Matias leaned into me, I kept my legs wrapped around his waist and quickly reached for the hem of his shirt. He released me long enough to let me tug the shirt off his body, then he was on me again. Our moves were frantic and rough as we tore at each other’s clothes. I was in the midst of wondering what had possessed me to wear a dress shirt when Matias let out a loud snarl and ripped the front of my shirt open after giving up on the small buttons.

I, in turn, had a little more success with his pants. Somehow, even with shaky fingers, I managed to get the jeans open. I expected to find a layer of fabric separating my hand from his cock, but my fingers immediately met with hot, hard skin.

“You need to always go commando, ’kay?” I ground out between hungry kisses as my fingers closed around his thick shaft.

Matias’s response could barely be classified as a verbal one, but it was sexy all the same. He began pumping his hips so he was basically fucking my hand.

“No more fucking buttons,” he snapped between kisses as he pushed my shirt off my shoulders. He shoved the fabric to my elbows but didn’t force it any farther since that would have meant me needing to remove my hand from his dick.

A fact I was extremely grateful for.

I began stroking my hand up and down Matias’s cock as he moved against me. His fingers were trying to work my pants open but with me sitting, it was a difficult task. Matias growled in frustration, then dragged me off the table. Although there was no doubt in my mind that Matias was in charge of what was happening between us—and I was fully okay with that—I had no clue what possessed me to do what I did next.

Instead of remaining standing so Matias could presumably get my pants open, I slid to my knees and before he could stop me, I took his cock into my mouth. Matias let out a string of curse words as I swallowed him down. His fingers slid into my hair, gripping it hard, but he didn’t pull me away like I was expecting. Instead, he held me in place as he pulled his hips back, then slid forward. I moaned as his length caused me to gag. Tears stung the corners of my eyes, but I dared not let him see them for fear he’d stop what was happening.

To my surprise, Matias gripped my chin with one hand and lifted my eyes even as he continued to shuttle his flesh in and out of my mouth. “Do you like that?” he demanded to know as his eyes held mine.

The shame I expected to feel wasn’t there. While Mac had been the first and only man I’d