Obsessed (The Protectors #13) - Sloane Kennedy Page 0,88

you feel it in yourself even when it isn't about you. I think you saw what your comrades did to those women and children and it was like it had been done to you. I think you saw that gun being put to Ryan's head and it was like it was against your own. That's a lot to feel, my love. It's a lot to hold in. I know you weren't allowed to feel as a child, but it's safe now. You're safe now. And you're not alone anymore. No matter what happens between us, I will always be a safe place for you."

His words were almost too much to take in all at once. But I knew what he was saying was true. I'd instinctively known from the moment that I'd seen him that he would be my safe place. I'd passed it off as obsession, but it hadn't been that at all.

He was my sanctuary.

I was at a loss for words, so I could do nothing more than draw him into my arms and hold him tight. When he softly asked, “Stay with me tonight?" I could only nod. No one, not Bishop, not my own insecurities, not even God himself could tear me away from this man.

It didn't take long for our embrace to turn into something more. For the first time, I made love to Sam. I took my time cherishing every inch of his body before starting all over again. I took him to the edge over and over, but never sent him flying. It wasn't until we were wrapped around one another, our naked bodies drenched with sweat and shaking uncontrollably, that I finally sent us both over the edge. The orgasm was violent and unrelenting. When it did finally come to an end, I collapsed on top of Sam. I somehow managed to separate from him long enough to allow my dick to slip free of his body, but then I was back in his arms and I happily allowed sleep to claim me as Sam whispered soft nothings into my ear.

When I next opened my eyes, I knew it was only because I was caught up in the most perfect of dreams. Sam’s soft mouth was wrapped around my painfully hard cock. The soft hairs from his mustache were torturing the base of my shaft every time Sam took me to the back of his throat. I threaded my fingers through Sam's hair, but made no effort to control him as he slid his mouth up and down my length. I didn't need to. The man was an expert at giving head.

I was close to bursting when Sam suddenly lifted his head, releasing my cock with a pop. I fully expected him to straddle me and take me inside his body, but he caught me off guard when he covered my mouth with his and then said, "Lift your legs."

I did as he said without hesitation. He kissed me hard and deep and then he was moving between my legs. I braced my head on my arm so I could watch him. It was a gorgeous sight to wake up to. Sam nuzzled my balls and then he was taking each one into his mouth. I let out a ragged curse and lifted my hips to give him better access. But my balls weren't his ultimate target.

"Jesus, fuck!" I shouted when his hot tongue licked over my opening. I'd never let any guy rim me and it wasn't something I'd done to anyone else, so I should've been more freaked out by the whole thing. But when Sam closed his mouth over my entrance and kissed me in the same way he kissed my mouth, I knew I was a goner. On the one hand, I had no clue what had possessed me to not engage in this particular act before, but on the other, I was beyond glad that this was a first I could share with Sam.

"Sam, please," I begged as he licked and slurped and kissed the most intimate part of me. I'd never in my life begged a man for anything, but in that moment, I was willing to give Sam anything he wanted. He had me tied up that tight.

Sam's mouth returned to my dick, but my hole wasn't left forgotten. No, Sam's fingers were there teasing my entrance as he applied an impossible amount of suction to my cock. I closed my eyes and lost myself