Page 38 of Arresting the Warlord

I woke up sprawled across a warm, masculine chest. I rubbed my cheek against the firm muscles. He felt so good. I bet he tasted good too. I went to lick a nipple covered with a smattering of hair and froze as everything came rushing back. What was I doing? Had I lost my mind? Probably. I wanted to taste every inch of the Jackass. How sad was that?

Jake’s breath stirred my hair.

I took a cautious peek. His eyes were closed like he was sleeping, but hewasa hyper-vigilant warlord. Was he playing possum? More than likely. I tilted my head for a better look at his fine body. Jake was wearing red plaid boxer shorts and socks. A giggle escaped me.

“Hey! Show some respect. They’re made from the tartan plaid of our Scottish Highlander’s clan,” Jake groused.

“Apologies, but I thought warlords went commando.”

“Nope, all the Jones’ boys wear tartan plaid.”

“Even the General?”

“Him too. Ethan and Quinn are the only ones who occasionally go commando.”

“Good to know. What happened to my armor?”

“I deactivated it. It’s hard to cuddle with it on.”

I eyed him suspiciously. “Just cuddle?”

“Actually, I require your naked body against mine.” Jake was suddenly kissing me like a starving man.

A shockwave of need hit me and all I wanted was for him to fuck me blind.

“Your wish is my command,”Jake murmured in my mind.

A ghostly finger circled my clit, rubbing it until the bombardment of pleasure had me squirming.

“Like that, do you?”

My breath came in fast, shallow pants.“No. Not. At all.”

“Liar.”

My eyes rolled back in my head as two marauding fingers pumped into me hard and deep while his thumb continued to lazily circle my clit.“Oh. My. God. Oh. My. God.”

“Not God, I’m just really good at mental sex.”Jake suckled my right nipple and my mind completely shut down as ecstasy cascaded through me.“You’re mine, buttercup, for all eternity.”His possessive hands were everywhere, stroking me, claiming me.“I’ll never let you go.”

I came with embarrassing speed and when the brain jelling climax hit me, I literally saw stars.“Whoa! All that practice. Really paid off.”

“Are you calling me a man whore?”

“I’ve heard stories about how often Coletti warriors go to pleasure houses.”

“A warrior has needs after a battle,”Jake replied.

A dangerous edge to my voice, I warned,“I don’t share. You touch another woman and I’ll cut it off.”

“Not gonna be a problem, buttercup.”A shit eating grin spread across Jake’s face.“The only woman I want to touch is you.”

“Good answer.” My gaze fell on his crotch. “Where’s your snake?”

“Snake?”

“Your penis. I wanna see it.”

“Okay.” Jake moved me to the side of the bed and stood. He removed his boxers and stood at a military parade rest position for my inspection.

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