His to Protect - Em Petrova Page 0,43

over her bundle of nerves. Her spine arched. Her lips parted on a gasp.

With a jerk, she came for him.

Her dark stare stole his last reserve, and he replaced his thumb with the head of his cock, strumming it over her, eyes locked, until they were both gasping.

“Do you feel that connection?” she rasped.

“Yes,” he ground out.

“What is it?” Her stare never left his.

He didn’t want to think about it. On the other hand, he couldn’t even consider sliding into her body without looking into her beautiful eyes.

“I don’t know,” he whispered at last.

“I don’t want it to end.” She pushed upward as he slipped his cock down the seam of her pussy. As he angled toward her entrance, she wrapped her arms around him. At the moment he entered her, he saw the effects mirrored in her eyes.

What is it? He didn’t have a goddamn clue, and he didn’t want it to end either. Inevitably, they’d part ways. She’d return to her life and he would…what?

Sit behind his computer monitor thinking about these stolen moments.

* * * * *

With his shaft stretching her walls, she lost herself to the heat of his gaze and the hardness of his body.

This feeling—whatever it was—swelled between them, gaining in strength. She couldn’t look away if she tried, and he didn’t even blink as he drove in and out with a rhythm set to strip her of all brain cells.

Ecstasy left her feverish. She ran her hands over his shoulders, down his biceps to follow the tendons straining to his wrists. He leaned away enough to capture her hands in one of his. As he drew them over her head and pressed them down to the mattress under his, a quiet squeak of need escaped her.

At this minute, she couldn’t think of anyplace she’d rather be than pinned to the bed by this man.

He swayed his hips and the tip of his cock hit her innermost spot. She flooded around him, her orgasm shining just beyond reach. And his eyes…God, she never experienced a man looking at her this way. Not just seeing her—seeing into her.

Passion flowed up and over, and she watched his eyes hood with pleasure even as his moves grew jerky.

“Take me, baby. Take me deep.” He filled her again and again. His cock rubbing over her G-spot snapped a thread inside her, and she shivered on the precipice.

She came with a scream, fingers curled in Bodhi’s hand, thighs clenched around his hips.

The second he lost control, she witnessed it in the depths of his eyes and felt it with each pump of his hips. The first hot splash of his release hit her body, and she continued to come apart.

He slammed his mouth over hers. The kiss heightened the emotion clogging her throat until it became a scorching lump. She stroked her tongue over his, giving back everything he delivered.

As he issued a final rumble of bliss, she echoed it with one of her own. Still connected, he rolled her. She threw her leg over his hip and wrapped her arms around Bodhi as their kisses moved from intense to gentle.

When he drew away to stare into her eyes, she wondered how she’d ever let go of him. She knew women who tried to trap a man—she’d never do that to Bodhi—now she understood why.

A slight knocking sound from the front of the cabin made her shoot up on a cry. Terror washed over her.

Bodhi touched her spine. “It’s just my man. I’ll be right back.”

Heart exploding with the adrenaline rush, she stared on as Bodhi calmly dressed and walked out of the room. She strained to hear though she couldn’t detect even a murmur.

His man? Suddenly, she remembered him talking on the phone after the attack, demanding someone get men on his property.

She quickly used the bathroom and then dressed in her pajamas again. When he entered the room, she stood by the bed, arms wrapped around her middle.

One look at her, and he strode across the room to pull her into his arms. She lay her head against his chest. Just breathing his scent calmed her, and that scared her even more than the dangers she faced.

When he brushed a kiss between her brows, she relaxed enough to slide her arms around his waist and hold on tight.

“Was that your man?” she asked in a weaker tone than she’d like.

“Yes.”

“What did he want?”

“Just to give me an update. All is quiet.”

She nodded, rubbing her cheek on his