Page 12 of Protector Next Door
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Xander
We’re shownto a table on the perimeter of the courtyard behind the restaurant. Samantha slides into the seat across from me and slips one knee over the other and pounces on her water glass as soon as our waitress comes over to fill us up and drop a basket ofbread.
“The new thing is bowls, I think?” I open my menu but I can’t focus on anything. All I can think of is the flash of milky white skin of Samantha’s thighs when she got into the car. I didn’t mean to look. The irony of wanting to protect her while simultaneously wanting to get my face between her legs is not lost onme.
And now all I want is to see what kind of panties she has on. The dress leaves little to the imagination. She’s slim but curvy, with a perfect ass, small-ish breasts and a little waist, and I already know that if I got her out of her clothes I’d leave the panties on, rip the bra off with my teeth, and sit back against my headboard like a king while I pulled those panties to the side. I’d make her straddle me backwards to lower herself onto my dick while I watched every inch slice her open. I know seeing her wet hole closing up around my dick would be an image burned into my skull for-fucking-ever.
I plow a hand through my hair. Shit. Now I’m the one pouncing on my water. I’m going to need something stronger than just a beer for thismeeting.
I’m pitching to her as a potential client. I spoke to her father on my way home this morning and I proposed keeping an eye on her during the conference she’d mentioned. I didn’t tell him about her current situation because I want her to share as much or as little information with him as she chooses. But having protection shouldn’t raise any alarms for her parents. She’s a public figure, at least in the game development world. She’s a celebrity in hercircle.
We sit in comfortable silence while we peruse the menu. I watch her bright brown eyes scan back and forth through her round, gold-framed glasses. Her blonde hair is a little messy and framing her face like she’s a centerfold goddess who happened to have a dayoff.
After we give our orders to the waitress, I decide it’s time to get down tobusiness.
“I spoke to your father,” I say, “and while I didn’t share details with him, I did tell him I’d like to accompany you to your conference. I’d hate for you to miss out on an opportunity out of fear, but I want to make sure you’re taken careof.”
Her lips purse and she takes her elbows off the table, sitting back in her chair and grabbing her water glass. The waitress comes by and drops off my gin and tonic and Samantha’s martini, and she immediately trades her water for hercocktail.
“I can’t.” She shakes her head and returns her glass to the table, her gaze averting my eyes. This isunexpected.
“What can I do to convince you?” I ask, folding my hands in front of me, my lips pulling into a tightline.
“It’s toomuch.”
I feel my brows sink together in themiddle.
“I’d really like to do this. I will stop short of insisting, but if you can tell me why you don’t want this, maybe I can talk you into it. I need some kind of reason before I agree to dropthis.”
Samantha takes a deep breath and goes into her purse to pull out herphone.
“I have to take this,” she says, standing to put the thin strap of her purse over her shoulder. I turn and watch her walk away, her long, smooth thighs brushing together lightly below the short-cut hem of her dress. She’s elegant. Beautiful. Her fingers hitch her purse higher as she slips her phone into it. There was no call. She was trying to get away fromme.
I take a sip of my drink and decide that I can’t let her walk awayagain.
“Samantha, wait,” I say, dodging around a waiter. I follow her through the restaurant and catch up to her in a narrow hallway leading back to the bathrooms. There’s a mirror on the wall at the end of the hall, and I can see that her face is contorted into a scowl through the reflection. But there’s something else there, too. And when her gaze lifts to meet mine, I feel a rough growl break inside mychest.
“Why can’t I do this for you? Why?” I grab her wrist gently and spin her to faceme.
Fuck. The affection squeezing my heart shifts to something else. I put one hand on the wall next to her, the other slipping between the wall and the small of her back. I wait half a beat before closing my eyes and dropping my mouth to hers, a small kiss to taste the plump fullness of her lips, the contour and curve of her mouth. The lightest moan slides out as she puts her hands around myneck.
“I can’t go farther with you unless I know I can go all the way this time,” I whisper, pulling away from her. “I shouldn’t have touched you last night without knowing for certain what else there would be. I can’t kiss you again and then not have you. You’re too perfect for me to have a taste and then let go. There’s something about you that’s grabbedme.”
“Does that mean I can never leave you once you have me?” she whispers, eyes excited, flashing, eager, lips wet, naked, marked. “Once you have me, I’myours?”
“That’s up to you,” I say. I tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear. “If you try to leave, I’m just going to have to try to get you back. As long as you let me have you, you’ll bemine.”
I press my lips to hers again, harder this time, and this time, I push past them with my tongue. Slowly we explore each other, getting deeper and deeper. I pull her toward me with a hand at her back and I go lower to get to the curve of her incredible ass. She moans and I give her more, taking a fist-full of her ass and pushing my body against hers. My cock strains against my pants. Her lips work against mine, slow, feather-light nips interspersed with slower, languid movements. The whole time, my hand is laced through her hair. I swear I feel her shudder every time I give it a littletug.
“The shit I would do to you,” I whisper mindlessly, kissing her neck. “You bring out something different in me,Samantha.”
“Me too,” she whispers, her hands locking behind my head. Her scent is sweeter than a summer day, fresher than anything. I can smell her arousal from here. I need to get a taste of her. All of her. “I don’t know if you can come with me to the conference because you would be adistraction.”
“We can keep it somewhat professional,” I tell her, taking her face in my hands. “Let me do this foryou.”
“Okay,” she whispers up at me. “Yes. I’ll let you dothis.”
“What do you say we get lunch togo?”
“Okay…and I’m sorry, but I just can’t help saying this -check,please!”
