Page 56 of Her Delta Force Protector

“No.”

Another simple word full of conviction, the eyes looking back at him filled with trust. “Promise me.”

“I promise.” She put her hand on the towel where it was tucked in to keep it from falling. “Stop worrying, sugar.” A giggled escaped her. Then she pulled the towel apart and let it fall to the floor.

“Fuck me,” he muttered. “I’ve tried so hard to be good, but you don’t play fair.”

“Good boys are boring. Be bad for me, Kade.”

“How have you hidden this side of you from me for so long?”

“You weren’t ready for me. Now you are.”

“I am?” When she nodded, he put his hands on her hips. Her skin felt like silk under his fingers. “Okay, then. Bed. Now.”

He was going to make love to her from one end of his bed to the other.Make love.He only fucked...but this girl! She put words in his head he’d never had there before. And her coconut scent had his mouth eager to taste her, to run his tongue all over her, to explore her curves and feel her soft skin under his hands.

As he followed behind her, he pulled his shirt off, and dropped it on the floor. She took a running jump and landed on the bed on her stomach. Foxy lady indeed. He unzipped his jeans and stepped out of them but left his boxer briefs on. He sat on the edge of the mattress and skimmed his hand down her, starting from her neck, then over her spine, to her ass. When she tried to turn over, he pressed his hand down. “Stay.”

She looked over her shoulder at him, a soft smile on her face, and desire shimmering in her eyes. “I want to touch you, Kade.”

“You will. Just be patient and let me play with you a little.” Had he ever been this aroused? He loved sex in all the ways...slow and easy, fast and hard, and occasionally he wanted it a little dirty.

When he was younger, he liked it hard and fast, down and dirty best, but since becoming a special operator, his preference was for slow and easy. That was something he’d wondered about, and he’d concluded that it was because of the violence that came with his job. Losing himself in a woman’s soft body—taking his time to give both of them pleasure—soothed him, calmed the chaos that sometimes clouded his mind after an operation.

“I’m going to worship this beautiful body of yours all night long.” He sat on the mattress again, leaned over, and peppered kisses across her shoulders. “Don’t even try to rush me. There’s something else you need to know about me. I like having control, but occasionally, I need to be controlled.”

“How will I know?”

“Because I’ll tell you what I like, what I want. I want that from you, too. If something feels good, tell me. If it doesn’t, tell me. I talk a lot during sex. That doesn’t mean you should if that’s not your thing, but if you don’t let me know when I’m doing something you like, I won’t know to keep doing it.”

“I don’t talk much during sex.”

“That’s fine, but...” He danced his fingers down her spine, smiling when she shivered. “How did my fingers feel skimming over your skin?”

“Good.”

“See how easy that was?” But he wanted more than one-word answers from her. He’d always found it a turn-on when a woman talked to him during sex, telling him how something he was doing felt while he was pleasuring her. Without Harper even being aware of it, he would teach her to talk to him. He moved his hand to the inside of her thighs. “Spread your legs apart.” When she did, he cupped her sex. “What do you want my hand to do? Or do you want my fingers to do something?”

“I want them to touch me.”

“They are touching you, both my hand and my fingers. Tell me exactly what you want them to do.” He wasn’t trying to embarrass her, but he wanted her to be comfortable with asking for what she wanted. “Do you like sex, Harper?”

Chapter Twenty-Nine

How to answer his question? Sex was good, but Harper had never had mind-blowing sex, the kind that was so incredible that her bones turned to jelly and stars danced in front of her eyes. Going out, meeting a man in a bar, and going home with him had never been her thing. She had to know the guy and like him before she slept with him. There hadn’t been that many she’d liked enough to take her clothes off for, and the ones she had...well, she’d enjoyed her time with them, but her mind had never been blown.

“Do you like sex?” he asked again.

She wished he’d stop talking and get down to business. She squirmed against his hand, hoping that would encourage him to do something. Although, the things he was saying, and the hand cupping her, were making her antsy in a way she’d never felt before.

He chuckled. “You can wiggle all you want, but nothing’s going to happen until you answer.”

“Sex is good, okay!”

“I see.”

What did he see?

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