Page 30 of Her Surprise Protector
Fingers took a handful of my hair, gently but firmly tugging my head back so soft lips could play with the sensitive skin on my neck. Glancing down, I couldn’t see what Riker was doing because he was kneeling with his head level at my chest. I could only feel the kiss creeping down my neck to my shoulder, then across my chest to-
I couldn’t hold back a gasp when his teeth scraped across my nipple, shockingly sharp but so gentle that it was only the surprise that wrung the sound from me. Teeth vanished to be replaced by apologetic lips. I relaxed again, melting into Riker’s embrace and watching the top of his head intently, waiting for him to break away so I could feel his lips on mine again.
Instead, Riker wrapped his arms around me, cradling me. I wanted to wriggle and argue that I could walk, he should put me down and let me get to the bedroom on my own legs, shaky as they were. But then, Riker opened the door to the house, and I remembered that Bree was inside, asleep. Better to save my breath…I was going to need it.
That realization added a new element to our rapidly evolving passion. We couldn’t make a sound – at least, not too much of one. I had to hold in the soft little cries I wanted to make when Riker slipped a finger into the wetness that was begging for him.
He kept his voice to a low grunt of pleasure when I unbuckled his belt and grabbed his thick cock, tightening and relaxing my hand in time with his. I had to bite my lip when Riker added another finger…then he bit my lip too in the middle of a kiss when I began moving my hand in long, quick strokes up and down. Finally breaking free, he finished removing his shirt and pants.
My lip had taken enough. So, instead of letting Riker kiss me again, I followed the pattern he had created, making my way down his neck. But it was too clumsy because I was on the bottom, so I flipped us and continued, leaving little red marks. They would quickly fade but stay long enough for me to admire my handiwork and touch the spots, remembering what I had done.
I drew up my knees, straddling Riker. His arms wrapped around me, refusing to allow any space between our bodies. This new position was too awkward for the hand that had been stroking him, but that was okay. I replaced it with the longing between my legs. Every time Riker came close to the right spot, I shifted my body to deny him entry, teasing him with the gentle back and forth of my hips against his own.
“Elena,” Riker pleaded into my lips. I merely smiled, hiding how much I wanted him for the sake of another few seconds of teasing.
My strapping, billionaire security guard wanted none of it. The size of his muscles tripled my own, and he showed me that when he tightened his fingers on my ass, holding me in place until he found what I had been hiding and put a sudden stop to my naughty game.
I lost all thoughts of playfulness to a wave of pleasure. My knees and hands dug into the sheets, bracing for impact remembering the first night of wild pleasure on the beach.
Today, things were different. There was no wild, thirsty need. We could take our time, relax, and enjoy the simple act of being close and comfortable with each other. We were letting the excitement build within us slowly, urging us into faster, breathless ecstasy.
The heat from between my legs spread to my thighs as they began to burn, protesting the position and movement I was putting them through. Riker felt me slow down and flipped us back to the way we had started – him on top. Fully repentant for making him wait earlier, I guided him through my swollen folds, wondering how many times I could tighten my fingers on his shoulders before I left scratches.
Riker clearly didn’t mind because he went back to where we had left off – fast. I forgot everything but the sensation of him inside me and moaned, biting the sound off in the middle when I remembered the need for silence. Quick, gasping breaths were fine, though, and I used them to show Riker how much he affected me both inside and out.
His hands cupped my breasts, stopping their bounce as his breath hitched in his chest. A thin layer of sweat coated his muscles, turning them into glistening, writhing beasts. He was so close, I could feel it, and I was close too, I just needed that one little touch to push me over the top…
My eyes fastened on the delectable image of Riker putting everything he had into me, stimulating me from the inside. The little bit of me that was outside screamed for attention too. So, I donated one of my hands to the cause, rubbing furiously to match his tempo.
Together, we became statues as our shared moment turned our bodies into frozen, shining works of art, locked together with the force of our lovemaking. Seconds ticked by before the statues collapsed, transforming a climax of passion into a tender embrace.
Short whiskers tickled my nose, but it took me a full minute to push myself up. Another few seconds passed before I could convince Riker to go clean up with me instead of passing out right here on the bed. Soon enough, we were back, showered, satisfied, and filled with comfortable laziness.
“Hey, Riker,” I murmured sleepily.
“Yeah?”
“Will you stay here in the city with Bree and me now?”
“No.”
Worth a try.I drifted off to sleep, entangled in Riker’s arms.
Chapter Thirteen
Riker
I pulled up to a familiar sight – the mansion gates swinging open to let me in. Were they moving slower than I remembered? Or perhaps a bit faster? Something was different. Everything was different.
Coming back to the Hamptons while knowing Elena was still in Manhattan felt so strange. I had always been the one to come back to her so we could enjoy weekends together. It had been my escape from work and something we had both looked forward to. This evening, I had to leave her behind instead to return to where it had all begun for us.
Depending on tonight, this might be the last time I had to leave Elena and Bree behind. Everything would go back to the way it was before if Oscar would just show his smug, punchable face tonight.
Elena hadn’t talked about Oscar much, but seeing him lay his hands on a woman had told me everything I needed to know. Whether he showed up this evening, tomorrow, next weekend, or next month, well… I cracked my knuckles against the steering wheel. I intended to enjoy our meeting.
I left my unsettled feeling behind at the gate. I would only be home for a couple of minutes anyway - long enough to drop off my car and grab Elena’s so I could go to her house and begin setting up to surprise Oscar.
I got in the car, turned the key Elena had given me and started toward her house. When I got to the main road, I put the pedal to the metal, expecting the car to respond to my command like the ones I was accustomed to driving.
