Protecting His Beautiful Lover - Leslie North Page 0,29

dreamy and sated. He’d never seen a more beautiful sight in all his life. To know he’d made that happen meant even more. He kissed her gently and cupped her face, running his thumb along her cheekbone. “Good?”

“So good.” She smiled up at him sleepily, then reached down to take his cock in her hand again. He was so hard, so ready that he feared a few strokes would do him in. He reached down and placed his hand over hers and Tara looked hurt. “I want to make you feel good too.”

“You will, baby. You will.” He fumbled behind him with his free hand on the floor for his jeans and pulled out the condom he always kept stashed in his back pocket, just in case. After putting it on, he rose over her, resting his weight on one forearm while positioning his cock at her wet entrance with the other. “Are you sure you want this, Tara?”

“God, yes!” she said, pulling him down for another hot, open-mouthed kiss while arching her hips up toward him. Clint didn’t need another invitation and sank into her in one stroke, holding still for a minute to let her body adjust to the size of him. He wasn’t a small guy. Not anywhere close. Soon, Tara began to move under him, locking her legs around his waist and digging her heels into his butt. “You feel so good.”

“So do you,” he murmured against the side of her neck. Actually, she felt amazing. But if he wasn’t careful, this would all be over too soon, and Clint wanted it to last all night. He pulled out slowly and thrust back into her, angling his strokes to bring her maximum pleasure. Soon he’d set up a rhythm that had them both edging closer and closer to orgasm. He bit his lip to keep from tumbling over the brink before her, reaching down between them to stroke her most sensitive flesh again. “Are you close, baby?”

Tara gasped, digging her nails into his scalp, meeting him thrust for thrust. “Yes. So, so close.”

“Good, baby. Good.” He bent to kiss her, his thumb circling between her legs and boom. Tara arched, her head thrown back as she climaxed for the second time with him buried deep inside her. The milking of her body around him was all it took. A familiar tingle started near the base of his spine and his balls tightened. Clint drove hard into her once, twice, then his world exploded in bright sparks of sensation, waves of pleasure washing over him and taking him under until nothing existed but him and her and this moment, this night.

They lay there for a long time after, slowing drifting back to earth and to themselves.

“That was…” Tara said quietly, her fingers toying with his hair as he rested half on top of her, his head pillowed on the center of her chest, her heartbeat pounding steady and strong beneath his ear. “Wow.”

“Agreed.” He smiled and pressed a kiss to the side of her breast. “We didn’t even knock down the castle.”

She laughed. “Is that a euphemism?”

“Maybe.” He chuckled. He’d not had this much fun after sex in a long time, if ever. Given his schedule and his rules about not sleeping over, usually he was gone right after the big moment. But now, lying here with Tara felt natural, comfortable, non-threatening. An alarm bell went off distantly in his head, but he shoved it aside. “Maybe we’ll have to build things together more often.”

“Maybe.” She shivered beneath him and he moved slightly to pull her closer. “Cold?”

“No.” She snuggled into his side, seemingly as happy and content as he felt. “Just tired.”

“Hmm. You should try and get some sleep.”

“I will if you will.” Her words were muffled by his chest and soon her breath evened out into the patterns of slumber.

The temptation was strong, too strong, to close his eyes and drift away too, but he couldn’t. Wouldn’t. Intimacy and vulnerability were too dangerous to a guy like him.

He lay there afterward, staring up at the ceiling while she snoozed, stroking her hair and keeping her safe, because that’s what he did. This had been good, wonderful, and he felt more relaxed than he had in recent memory. Tomorrow he’d worry about the consequences.

Tonight, though, he just couldn’t bring himself to regret any of it.

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The next few days were beyond busy for Clint, what with preparing for the event on Saturday and nursing poor Ashley through