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flick of his tongue would send her overboard.

He backed off, and she issued a harsh moan that brought a smile to his lips.

“Stop teasing me,” she demanded.

He chuckled, but only for a second, because the moment he eased his finger inside her tight pussy, his focus narrowed. The wet grip of her body on his finger had his mind shooting to how his cock would feel buried in her…he had to grind his teeth to keep from blowing.

Slowly, he withdrew his finger from her walls. She bucked. He circled her entrance in three swirls and then four before sinking his finger inside.

This was the closest he’d know to feeling her around him. His conscience wouldn’t allow him to claim her without a condom, even if he did test clean. And secondly, he couldn’t slip up with her—ever again.

Best he could hope for, he pleasured her and then moved her to the closest safehouse. Sure, the bylines of The Guard had been rewritten recently after two of his brothers blatantly broke the rules, but he believed in keeping his hands off his ward, even if she did drive him abso-fucking-lutely crazy.

He was already far too engrossed in her. From head to toe, inside and out, she couldn’t be a more perfect woman in his mind. Strong, brave as hell—to the point of insanity when it came to putting herself in danger—North couldn’t have created a more enticing woman for himself if he had a laboratory.

Staring up her body, he watched her face shudder with ecstasy. Suddenly, her focus centered on him instead of some internal pleasure point. The instant their gazes locked, his heart gave a hard jolt.

Oh fuck. No. This couldn’t be good. He never experienced shit like this, not even with dozens of women he’d taken to his bed.

Questions lifted in the fucked-up cerebral part of his brain that never seemed to shut off, but he slammed them away behind a locked door and doubled his efforts by adding a second finger to her tight sheath.

Juices spilled over his hand. Need blasted through his guts, and he closed his eyes on the urge to pull his fingers out and then plunge his cock in.

“More! Oh God, I’m coming.” Her rasped words came a split second before she clamped hard on his fingers.

With a roar of victory, he dropped his mouth to her clit and sucked at the same time he pounded her with his fingers. Mind blanked to anything but the passion smeared over it, he drew her release out for long moments. God, those little moans, the way her lips twisted—it all drove him nuts.

When she finally issued a final shudder, he raised his head…and received that heart jolt a second time.

A smile curled her perfectly plump, far too kissable lips. “We can’t stop there.”

Amazed, he watched her sit up. Perspiration gleamed on her body when she drew him to her. He moved into her arms and folded her against his chest. She captured his lips, and to his shock, moaned as her own flavors sank in.

He growled in response, barely clinging to control. She reached down his abs to encircle his cock in her soft grip, and holding his stare, she pumped him once and then twice. His balls drew up tight, feeling so full and throbbing.

“Bodhi, you want me. I want you.” She lay down, guiding him with her, and damn if he could stop himself from giving in.

She spread her legs. His length lay against her hot, wet folds. She twitched her hips, grinding over him.

With a gritty noise, he gripped his cock at the base and guided the tip back and forth over the small bump of her swollen clit, and then up and down her slit.

On the fourth pass of his cock over her slick heat, she slipped her tongue into his mouth. His growl echoed through the quiet space, and before he realized his intention, he angled his cock to push inside her.

Buried fully in her scorching walls, he froze, knowing how bad he fucked up—not because of the Church or any oaths he’d taken to keep his hands off his wards.

Because from this moment forward, he knew he’d never keep his hands off her.

He gazed down at her in amazement. Wrong or not, the connection between them couldn’t be denied.

Holding her stare, he tested his position, easing from her pussy slightly and raising a soft moan from her, and then sliding in with one slick shove.

“Kiss me,” he grated out, claiming