Moira mine.
There’s no denying it, not by the way my dick responds. She has to feel my hard length pressing against her ass. With the way she squirms in my lap, there’s no way she doesn’t know how much she makes me ache for her.
But she’s traumatized, and there’s no way in hell that I’ll take advantage of her.
It’s something ingrained in our teaching as Guardians. Hero worship and God complex are real things in those we rescue, and that’s regardless of whether they’re men, women, boys, or girls.
They fixate and obsess on their rescuer. Breaking that unhealthy bond often does as much, or more, damage than the trauma they already endured at the hands of those who would take without regard for the harm they inflict.
Infatuation is something we’re taught to nip in the bud. It’s why there are rules because God knows how easy it would be to take advantage of our precious charges.
It’s why I held back from Moira. It’s why I’ve kept her at arm’s length this past year, even when things slowly began to shift between us. My intent, all along, was to make Moira mine, but not while she was a resident at the Facility. In fact, I have it all planned out in my head.
I’m going to date her like a normal guy and treat her to what it’s like to be a normal girl. Not that I’m old-fashioned, but Moira isn’t like any woman I’ve dated before. I plan to court her and take the time to build our relationship. It’ll be new for me, considering the last girl I dated was Sara Snow in high school. I did everything right with her, thought we’d get married, and despite my raging hormones, I never slept with her. I wanted to do things right, and then life got in the way. Sara cheated on me the night of prom, broke my heart, and I enlisted the very next day.
Never looked back.
And I never treated another woman with the same respect I’d shown Sara. Why bother when all they were going to do was break my heart? Since then, I’ve slept with my fair share of women, engaged in several short flings, but never a relationship. My life as a SEAL, and then a Delta operative, wasn’t conducive to relationships, but it was excellent for scoring easy women and fast hookups.
Moira’s different, and for a lot of reasons, her past being only one of many, I will take things slow.
It’s why I hold back now. She practically climbs up my body, twists her arms around my neck, and presses her luscious lips to mine. I must say, the girl knows how to kiss, but I refuse to take advantage of her when she’s not of sound mind and body to know what it is she’s doing.
All of this? This passion? It’s not real. This is what I tell myself.
What she’s doing is a reaction to the rescue, and the sad thing is, Moira knows only one way to express gratitude.
The poor thing has never known a man who didn’t take what he wanted without any regard for what she desired.
I won’t be that man. For Moira, I’ll give instead of take, and right now, that means ending this before it goes too far.
I grasp her nape and force her head back. An intoxicating rush of dominance runs through me, and I soften my grip. That’s the wrong road to take with her. Shit, it’s hard to string two thoughts together with the taste of her coating my lips. Although I shouldn’t, I run the tip of my tongue over them and hold back a groan.
She drives me crazy.
Moira glares at me with fury and frustration when I end the kiss. I drink all that ire in. Damn, but if she isn’t a fighter. Nothing gets me going more than a strong woman, and Moira has that in spades. Before she can say anything, and from the look in her eyes, I expect her to spit fire, I slide my thumb along her jaw and nudge it down to her lips.
“You taste like sin, and damn if I don’t want this, but now is not the time. When I finally take you, and I will, it’ll be without any of this clouding your senses.”
“Nothing’s clouding my senses.” She pushes against me and her expression darkens. “Kiss me.”
“No.”
She rears back, indignation flaring in her eyes.
“What do you mean by no?”
“I mean, no.”
“You’re a goddamn jackass. When