Page 83 of Paladin's Hell

My hand shoots over hers, anchoring her to me. “Ain’t got nothing to apologise for, Doll.”

“I’m taking up all the bed.”

“I’m comfortable,” I lie. “Just don’t move your leg…”

“Oh!”

Too late.I try to will my morning wood to go down. Fuck, who am I kidding? It’s not the time of day, it’s her, in my bed that I’m having a very normal male reaction to. I still, wondering what she’s going to do. Not wanting to scare her.

“I, er, I’ll get up now. You must be tired.”

“Yeah, I’m going to sleep on a while.” See? I can have a perfectly normal conversation with my dick throbbing, the object of its desire so fucking close and yet so far. She’s too young. Once she’s out of the room, I’ll take care of it for myself. Will be far from the first time I’ve thought of her while I’ve been jerking off in the shower.

She doesn’t seem in a hurry to move, even when I let her hand go. She leaves it lying on my chest, then her fingers start moving, tracing my muscles.

“Doll,” I protest.

“Can I kiss you?”

Jeez. She’s playing with fire. But what can I do, but give her permission?

“Sure, have at it, sweetheart.”

Her leg, thank fuck moves away from my hips as she pulls it down to her side, giving her leverage to sit up and lean over me. Her blue eyes sparkle as she looks down. She seems emboldened that I’m lying next to her, keeping still, unthreatening, leaving everything up to her.

I watch as her hand approaches my face, tentatively, then faster, until her fingers make contact with my skin. Then she traces my features as if learning them. Finally, she touches my mouth. I open it slightly, unable to resist flicking out my tongue to taste her salty digit.

She grins.

Now her lips approach mine. A gentle touch, she pulls away. Then moves her face back down, this time applying more pressure. When she licks at the seam, I open my mouth. Her tongue touches mine, I play with hers gently. Morning breath should be horrible, it’s not.

I can’t get enough of her touch, her taste, her feminine aroma. But I force my hands to stay where they are, tamping down my impulse to take over the kiss and control it.

Suddenly she moves. She’s straddling my chest. Her mouth descends again, and this time, both palms caress my cheeks as she kisses me. She’s killing me and she doesn’t even know it.

“Am I doing it right?” she whispers against me.

Fuck if I know. I’ve not properly kissed a woman before. A few fumbled attempts in high school, but I was more interested in staying alive than being laid. Then I was a prospect, the club girls forbidden to me. By the time I was patched in, I’d already committed to her.

“Feels right to me,” I say softly. “Fuckin’ good, Jay.”

“You want me to stop?”

“No, but you ought to.” I wiggle my hips, my cock’s twitching automatically, pressing painfully into the zipper of my jeans.

My movement catches her by surprise. She looks down at those innocent-looking unicorn pyjamas, and then at my face. “Pal, I…”

“You go get dressed babe. Breakfast’s probably ready downstairs. I’ll get some more shut-eye.”

If she doesn’t go, even her unicorn armour might not be enough to stop me.

“How long will the lockdown last?”

Please, Doll, get off me.I try to stop them, but my hips flex again. If she moved a bit lower, she’d be sitting where I want her… “I don’t know. But we’re doing everything we can to end it.” My voice sounds level. Almost normal. I’m not sure how.

“Will you be in danger, Pal?”

I grab hold of her hands, look into her eyes, and tell her, earnestly. “Not if I can help it.”

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