Page 58 of Her Delta Force Protector

He smiled. “Thank you.”

That was another thing, the way he often looked into her eyes as if to gauge her reaction, to make sure he was pleasing her. In her experience, guys didn’t make eye contact during sex. They didn’t make the effort to see her, to make sure she was as into the experience as they were. Kade saw her.

This time with him was a temporary thing, she knew that and accepted it, but he was sure setting the bar high for any man after him. Although she couldn’t imagine wanting another man after Kade.

He reached over to the nightstand drawer. Her heart did a little dance of happiness that the box of condoms was full.Don’t go being possessive of him, Harper. He’s not yours.

“I want to return the favor,” she said.

He paused with a condom half on, and his eyes locked on hers. “What favor?”

The only word she could think of to describe the gleam in his eyes was devilish. “You know.”

“How can I if you don’t say the words?”

Oh, he knew what she meant, but he was going to make her tell him. Why was she reluctant to say it? It was ridiculous that she was embarrassed. He was a sneaky bastard, teaching her to tell him what she wanted by using the words. Were other women like her, both embarrassed to ask for what they wanted and clueless how to even ask?

“Smoke’s coming out of your ears. Stop thinking so hard. What you want matters, so never be afraid ask for it...whatever it is.”

“I want to taste you. Like you tasted me.” And wasn’t that just awesome, that she was telling him what she wanted?

His gaze locked on hers as he finished rolling the condom on. “Thank you for telling me. I do want that, very much, but later. Right now, I want to be inside you. I have to be, Harper.”

It was strange what his thank-yous were doing for her, how she wanted to hear them. Also, hishave to behad sounded desperate. That this incredible man was desperate for her was empowering.

She put her hands on his arms and tugged. “Then be inside me. That’s what I want, too.”

“There is a God.” As he eased into her, he kept his eyes on her in that way of his. When hers closed, he took her hands, raised them above her head, and pinned them to the edge of the pillow with one of his. “Eyes on me. Look at me while I’m inside you.”

Her eyes snapped open, and if the heat in his didn’t singe her, it would be a miracle.

“Do you know what you feel like to me when I’m inside you?

“How could I?” Already, she was talking more during sex than she ever had, and it only added to the pleasure skyrocketing in places she’d barely paid attention to. “Tell me.”

His hand tightened around hers where he held them captive. “You’re so fucking wet and so hot. And the way you’re clenching around me, it’s taking everything ounce of control I have not to come. But I’m not going to, not for hours. Not until you’re begging for mercy.”

And even when she begged for mercy, he refused to relent. Each time she reached the edge, he would pull her back from the brink, change positions, and whisper more dirty words in her ear. He would make her tell him what things he did to her felt good, and soon, she’d reached the point where she was telling him what she liked without his asking. When he finally let her come, he was under her as she straddled him. She had no memory of how she’d gotten in that position.

“My turn,” he said.

His gaze locked on hers, his lips parted, and his hands tightened on her hips as he helped her ride him. Just watching him reach for his own pleasure sent her over the edge again.

“I’m a cooked noodle,” she gasped as she tried to catch her breath. She dropped on top of him, and he wrapped his arms around her back, holding her close.

He nuzzled her neck, right under her ear. “Better than good?”

“Mmm?”

“You said sex was good. Was that better than good?”

“How can you even ask that?” She could now say she’d had mind-blowing sex, and wasn’t that awesome?

“Was it?” He flipped them over, then stared down at her.

“How soon can we do it again?”

Oh, that smile of his. The feeling of empowerment filling her mind was amazing, and Kade had given her that. A gift she would treasure. She would never again hesitate to ask for what she wanted, to tell a guy what she liked and what she didn’t. If she wished that guy would always be Kade, that was her secret.

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