Page 11 of Guarding The Phoenix: Vol. 2

I’d done this. Made her cry.

At my sudden entrance, she glanced my way, and her bottom lip trembled. I shut and locked the door. We needed this time alone with no interruptions. And I strode over and gathered her stiff form into my arms.

Her scent teased my nostrils, and I inhaled her. “Babe, it’s all right. You’re safe now.”

“That’s not why I’m upset,” she murmured, burrowing against my chest.

“Then tell me what’s wrong.”

“Because you don’t want me anymore. And I get it. You don’t want to share me. I thought you were all good with it, but clearly, it’s an issue.”

“Is that what you think?” The guys were right, and I totally fucked this up.

Sliding my hands into her wet locks, I tilted her head until our gazes connected, because I didn’t want any further misunderstandings. “Not want you? Kylie, you are all I can think about. It drives me crazy when I think about what could have happened to you had we not discovered the breach in time. And I’m so sorry that I failed you.”

“You didn’t. If it weren’t for you, I would be dead. The last thing I heard before I passed out was you breaking down the door. You didn’t fail me. Gideon, you saved me. And you did it again when you got us out of the mansion.”

Christ, the woman stared up at me with her heart in her eyes. She’d make a horrible spy. But then, she was everything that was good in this world. And no force could drag me away from her.

Dipping my head, I brushed my lips gently over hers, mindful of her injured neck. But she wasn’t having it. She gripped my shirt and kissed me with such jaw-dropping passion, it staggered me.

Everything inside me demanded I claim her, take her, make her mine for all eternity.

But I savored her instead. I kissed her tenderly, even when she tried to hurry things along. I kept the pace tame with whisper soft kisses that had her sighing. I kissed the corners of her mouth. Nibbled on her bottom lip. And then slipped my tongue inside to tangle with hers. Deepening the kiss, I pulled her into my arms and realized she had dropped her towel.

A naked Kylie was fucking irresistible.

Without lifting my mouth or disconnecting our kiss, I scooped her up and laid her on the bed. Following her down without a thought for Santos or what lay ahead on our journey north. The only thing that concerned me was the woman in my arms.

And although I had not planned for this, I couldn’t tear myself away. Not when I needed her like I needed air. I kissed her deeply, a hot tangle of lips, tongue, and teeth. She surrendered and went pliant beneath me. Her hands tugged at my shirt. Ripping my mouth away, I tore off the offending garment, aching to be skin to skin.

She splayed her delicate hands against my pecs and flicked her fingers against the flat disks of my nipples. Bolts of pleasure shot straight into my groin. My dick strained against my pants, aching to feel her squeezing me tight.

We’d get to that, eventually.

But I swooped down and captured a stiff nipple between my teeth. Flicking my tongue, she gasped, arched her back and slid her hands into my hair, holding me prisoner against her breast.

I hated the marks on her neck. And I vowed I would do everything in my power to ensure her safety.

Pressing her tits together, I dragged my tongue between one rigid peak and the other.

“Gideon,” she breathed my name on a sigh.

I paid homage to her breasts, suckling on the beaded points. I laved them with my tongue. Nipped at the buds and drew them deep into the cavern of my mouth. Until the nipples were red and swollen from my attention. Her gasps and moans were an aphrodisiac. Lust thundered in my veins.

But this was my chance to show her what she meant to me, and I refused to rush.

And I wasn’t ready to voice the emotions filling my heart.

I kissed my way down her form and spread her thighs wide to accommodate my shoulders. The move spread her slit providing me with a perfect view of her pink pussy. But I didn’t dive right in to the promised land. Instead, I placed hot lingering kisses, trailing up the inside of one thigh. When I reached the apex, with her heady musk surrounding me, I began on her right leg, kissing my way up again.

Blood rushed into my head. Being with Kylie was a heady fucking experience. She made me dizzy with pulse pounding desire.

And then I dragged my tongue through her slit up to her clit. “Fuck, you’re drenched, babe.”

“Gideon. Please.”

I shook my head. “Not yet. Just let me love you.”

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