Page 24 of Guarding The Phoenix: Vol. 1

Entranced.

Spellbound.

I felt myself tumbling into this woman. She felt so fucking soft. A place I wanted to land and stay for a while.

When I made the decision that sex with Kylie was on the table for us all, I never imagined I’d be holding her within thirty minutes. That I would be feeling her body and the way she fit in my arms, as if she belonged here, before the day was over.

Fuck, she fitme. And that knowledge knocked me off my center of gravity. The horizon I’d kept my eyes on, the goals I had for this case, disappeared while I ate at her mouth. But then, there was a lot with this case I hadn’t expected.

I never expected I would crave Carlos Vega’s widow. But here I was, aching, desperate, and past the point of no return. I wanted this woman with every fiber of my being. My cock pulsed with the need to bury itself in her tight heat. Our kiss hurtled me into a tailspin of ravenous need.

My hands slid down the supple lines of her back to cup her ass. And god help me, her supple globes fit perfectly in my hands. I brought her hips flush against mine and ground against her pelvis, eager to feel her hot cunt squeeze my shaft.

She moaned. The impassioned whimper doused me with incendiary lust. This woman and her fucking mouth upended my entire paradigm. Kylie’s delicate hands slid down my chest, leaving scorch marks in their wake. She branded me with her touch and snaked her hands beneath the material of my muscle shirt.

My stomach muscles flexed, rippling at her touch that felt like a hot brand against my abs. I needed her naked and beneath me. But those seeking fingers of hers shoved my shirt up.

I tore my mouth away, instantly missing her intoxicating flavor the moment our lips parted. Reaching over my shoulder with one hand, I yanked the offending garment off. I wanted every barrier between us eliminated.

Her hands splayed across my chest, and I bit back a groan. A sultry, hungry expression filled her blue eyes. The color of her goddess eyes reminded me of the ocean waters off the Thailand coast. I would happily drown in them.

I traced my hands over her killer body, down to the hem of her shirt. I ached to see her lithe form without a stitch on.

“Arms up,” I ordered, my voice deep and rough with desire.

She obeyed instantly. Her response went straight to my dick. The bastard jolted, hardening further.

Fuck, was she submissive?

The intoxicating thought swam in my head as I removed her yoga top. Kylie stood before me, her chest heaving with desire, in only a pink sports bra and matching capri yoga pants. The woman was a fucking knockout. I slid my gaze over her form, hungry for every bared inch. I bit off a curse.

Motherfucker!

Axel had been spot on. Her deceased husband, that unimaginable bastard, had marred her perfect flesh. Kylie realized where my gaze was trained, and embarrassment colored her features. She tried covering herself back up by crossing her arms in front of her torso.

But I was having none of it. There was nothing she had to be ashamed of. If anything, she should be proud to have survived what she did. She needed to know I didn’t think less of her for her scars. I took a knee before her and caressed the scars with tenderness, trying to show her they didn’t matter to me. That I still found her devastatingly beautiful, more so even, with them.

Then I leaned in and placed a kiss over each one.

She caught my head between her hands, lifting my gaze to hers. Tears rimmed her inky lashes. The connection lashed through me and sank its teeth in. The vulnerability in her eyes reached into the very heart of me. I didn’t need another person to protect. But that’s what I wanted to do with Kylie. And not because she was paying us, but because I appointed myself her protector. Because I wanted her safe. I didn’t want her to suffer more than she already had. I’d seen the proof of Vega’s depravity. To have endured the pain these burns had to have caused and survive? I had never met such a formidable woman. She made me want to be her shelter, a safe haven away from all who intended to harm her.

Christ, it wasn’t supposed to be like this. I was supposed to just bang her and make her an ally. Instead, staring up from my kneeling position, I tumbled under her spell. There was no walking away from her now. She had unknowingly sunk her hooks into me.

And then she slayed me by leaning down and kissing me with such aching hunger I growled. Our lips touched and ignited a five-alarm fire. I had never felt anything like it with another woman. I hungered for Kylie with a desire bordering on obsession. My cock jolted as our tongues tangled. Drops of pre-cum seeped from the crown, and I would bet there was a damn wet spot on my shorts.

Fuck, I’d never met a woman who turned me inside out with passion. My control slipped through my fingers, and my hands trembled as I caressed her gorgeous body. I wanted her naked, wanted to skip past foreplay to the main event.

But she deserved more than me bending her over and taking her. She deserved to be worshiped like the goddess she was.

I drew her yoga pants down her shapely legs. To my regret, I had to disengage our lip-lock to draw the pants off.

“Fuuuuck.” I growled. Kylie had gone commando. My gaze latched onto her sex. Entranced by her bare pussy, I licked my lips.

“You make me want to do dirty things with you.”

“Do them.” She issued the gauntlet challenge.

“Is that what you want? To be bad with me? For me to enact every dirty fantasy I’ve ever had on your hot little body?”

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