The Protectors Series Bundle - By Nana Malone Page 0,87

by her the back of her legs. With long strides, he marched them to the bed without breaking contact of their lips. Lowering her to the bed, he shoved the empty tray onto the floor.

“Garrett.”

He nuzzled her neck. “Yes, Symone.”

She hesitated for a moment not sure how to continue. Soon enough, he’d find out for himself that he was dealing with a newbie, so she might as well break it to him. “I, uhm, I’ve never done this before.”

Garrett drew back and blinked at her, cocking his head as if he hadn’t heard her correctly. “You kissed me on your couch. I see you remember how.” He stroked her bottom lip with his thumb.

She averted her eyes and tried to wiggle out of his grasp, but he just cupped her face with his hands. “Shh, it’s okay. No pressure. I could do nothing but kiss you all night, and it would still be the best night I’d had in years.”

She frowned, not sure if she could believe him. She didn’t want him to stop touching her. But it was probably safer if she stopped now. The way Morgan and some of the others talked about sex, it could possibly become an addiction, and where the hell else was she going to find someone she didn’t charbroil every time she touched them? If she stopped now, she wouldn’t have to regret this. But if I stop now, I’ll never know what this can feel like.

Garrett leaned in and nibbled at her lips. His hands held her face as they kissed, and the tender action made her melt from the inside out. She studied his features intently. If he’d let his hair grow, he would probably be in danger of being called pretty with those eyelashes. But instead, he looked like a killer with his shrewd eyes. What image of him was she supposed to believe?

“Are you okay with this, Symone?”

He stared down at her, his navy eyes intent, blazing with lust. He wanted her. And she wanted him. For once in her life, she wanted to do what felt good and damn the consequences. She’d been alone for so long. Tonight, she wanted to touch someone.

Symone tugged Garrett’s head down and fused her lips with his, raising her hips to meet the hard length of him.

A growl bubbled up from deep in his throat. He tugged at the hem of her wife-beater, untucking it from her jeans and exposing her belly. The moment his hands met with skin, her breath caught.

Every time he touched her, it sent a zing of pleasure to her core. His roving hands traveled up her rib cage. He muttered something that was part epithet, part homage as his thumb came into contact with the bare flesh of her breast. After leaving the main house, she’d grabbed a shower and changed before bringing Garrett food. She hadn’t bothered with her bra.

When he didn’t continue, she squirmed under him, and he chuckled. His thumb traced a circle over her nipple, and Symone arched her back off the bed in an attempt to get closer. She felt the peak stiffen in response as her core pulsed. When she groaned, he repeated the action. She gasped out his name. On his third pass, he tugged the nub between his thumb and forefinger, and she moaned his name as her hips rode his thigh.

With a curse, he yanked her wife-beater over her head. When her heavy breasts spilled free, Garrett’s muttered “fuck” made her blush.

“You are so beautiful,” he uttered as he tossed her wife beater aside and kissed her belly button. Tracing kisses from her stomach up her rib cage, Symone arched her back as each kiss drifted closer to her breasts. When his hot mouth closed over a nipple, she felt her core contract and release. Moist heat dampened her panties, and she rolled her hips into his. As he suckled one breast, his palm closed over the other.

Disjointed images flooded Symone’s brain as she struggled to capture and remember everything about this moment, from the weight of his hand, to the warmth of his body as he stretched over her, to how the calluses on his hands felt as they massaged her flesh. Everything.

But she wanted to feel him too. Wanted to touch. Wanted to feel his skin under hers.

Reaching around his back, she tugged off her other glove and tossed it to the floor. She pulled at his T-shirt and dragged the material over his head, exposing