Page 57 of Her Delta Force Protector

“Good is something you say about toast. Toast isn’t awful and it isn’t great, but a talented chef can do magic with toast. You want great toast?” He brushed the hair away from her neck, then leaned down and scraped his teeth across her skin. “Do you want the magic?”

A moan escaped her. “Yes.” Dear God, he’d barely touched her, yet every nerve ending was tingling with anticipation.

“Then talk to me. What do you want my fingers to do?” He used one finger to put a little pressure on her clit, and she almost came out of her skin.

“More of that.” When he released the pressure and didn’t do anything more, she growled. Really, she was growling now? “I want you to put a finger inside me. I want you to make me come.”

“Thank you for telling me,” he whispered.

She buried her face in the pillow as he did exactly what she’d asked for. She’d never asked for what she wanted during sex. For one thing, she hadn’t wanted to make her partner think he wasn’t satisfying her, even though sometimes he wasn’t. The other reason was because she didn’t want to come across as someone who was loose, who knew her way around a bedroom, and wasn’t that just ridiculous? She didn’t have a lot of sex, but so what if she did? That wouldn’t make her a bad person.

He did exactly what she’d asked for, and as her climax sent shock waves hurtling through her, she lost all feeling of weight and thought she might float up to outer space. And he’d done that to her while she was on her stomach and not looking at him or touching him.You’ve ruined me for any other, and we’ve only just begun, she wanted to tell him, but that was information that would scare him off. She did not want to scare him off, so she pressed her lips together to keep the words from escaping.

“Turn over and look at me.”

The rasp in his voice and his words... How was she supposed to survive this night? “I don’t think I have the strength to roll over.”

“Not even for me to taste you?”

“Why didn’t you say so?”

He chuckled when she quickly flipped over. “Thought that might do it.” His eyes, darkened with desire, roamed over her. “Where do you want me to start?” He brushed his thumb over her bottom lip. “Here?” Then he trailed his fingers down her neck to a breast and flicked a finger over the nipple. “Or here? Those are your two choices.”

Her skin was electrified, and everywhere he touched, the sensation was almost too much. They hadn’t gotten to the good part yet, and if it was this amazing so far, she was going to die, but she’d go out happy.

“What do you want, Harper?”

Her gaze fell to the tent in his boxer briefs. “I want to see you. Take them off.”

“Not until you tell me where you want me to start.”

“My breasts, now take them off.” When he stood, then dropped his boxer briefs to the floor, she uttered an awestruck “Oh” and maybe even drooled a little. Well, she didn’t think she had, but when one gazed upon a man that beautiful and fit and with a very impressive erection, surely drooling was acceptable.

“Like what you see?”

She shrugged. “You’ll do.”

He laughed. “That’s what I like about you. You keep me from getting a big head.” He smirked as he looked down at himself. “Or maybe not.”

“I see what you did there.” Funny man.

“That’s because you’re a smart foxy lady.” He put his knees on the bed, then crawled between her legs. His eyes stayed locked on hers as he lowered his body over hers, then his lashes dropped as he gazed down at her. “Look at these pretty pink nipples that I’m about to taste. Which one first, hmm?”

She was learning something new...that these pauses of his that built her anticipation, the things he said, was foreplay and more arousing than anything she’d ever experienced. He should give workshops to other men.

“I think this one’s calling to me,” he said, then swirled his tongue around the nipple of her left breast. Before she could sink into a sensual haze, he stopped, and his gaze lifted to hers again. “Or maybe this one needs my tongue more.”

He gave the other breast a few seconds of attention, then he moved his mouth back to the first one, and all the while, his hands were skimming over her, touching her in places she didn’t know were erotic zones for her. Or maybe it was the magic he’d talked about.

Magic mouth, magic hands, so much magic he created in his touches and his words. By the time he brought her to another climax with his tongue, she couldn’t have told him her name.

He crawled up her body, and when he hovered over her, his gaze searched hers. “Do you want me inside you?”

She nodded.

“Words. Give me the words.”

At least he hadn’t asked her name. “More than I’ve wanted anything in a long time, so yes, please.”

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