Page 42 of Defended By Bam
Flinging the door open, I said, “Shit!”
Bama stood at the door with a bundle of clothes. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare ya. I got sand in my ass and can’t sleep like this.”
The giggles were uncontrollable, and I didn’t try to stop them.
“Hey, I know you got sand in more places than just your hair but you’re too polite to say it. Scoot. I’ll be right out,” he said as he playfully smacked my arm with his shorts.
“Okay, fine. There was sand in my ass, too. Happy now?” I asked, still giggling.
He leaned toward me, pecking his lips to mine. “Yes. Be right out.”
I pulled the door closed, then went to the kitchen and found a plate of cheese and crackers with a glass of iced tea for me. Before I knew it, I had polished off the whole plate, but he came to the kitchen in just his basketball shorts.
Taking a long sip of tea to hide my watering mouth and try to wash down some of the nerves that were bubbling up, I leaned against the counter.
“Long day,” he said as he grabbed his glass and took a sip. He put it down then walked over, caging me in place with his arms. His crisp, clean scent tickled my nose.
I put my glass down, then ran my hands over his arms, up to his shoulders. “Wonderful day,” I responded. Then I let my hands roam over his chest, tracing the tattoos there.
His head dipped down and his lips brushed my neck. My leg jerked up on its own at the soft touch on the delicate skin, and his hand grabbed under my knee, holding it up next to his hip.
As he pressed closer, his hard erection pressed to my belly and I wished I was a little taller. My hips moved, seeking the feel of him between my thighs. His lips found mine and my head fell back, giving him more access.
He kissed me hard and deep, pulling me closer by my leg with one hand, the other gripping my damp hair and tugging lightly. I couldn’t help the small moan that escaped me.
“Goddamn woman. You kill me when you moan into my mouth.”
“Bama,” I nearly whispered. “I want you.”
He froze, pulling away just enough to look into my eyes. His were dark and hooded, but his lips thinned. “You don’t have to do this now.”
Running my hands further down, I teased at his waistband. “I know. But I’m ready.”
“I don’t want to hurt you–”
“I don’t want him to be the last man that had me anymore, Bama. I want you. Please,” I said, my face heating from the truth of it. Swallowing hard, I managed to fight back tears that threatened to fill my eyes.
His brow furrowed, but I only saw for a second because his lips crushed mine as he lifted me off the floor, wrapping my legs around his waist.
He maneuvered us out of the kitchen and down the hall to his room. I hadn’t been in that bed since the first night we arrived. But I was ready to be back in it…with him.
His foot pushed the door closed and he started to head to the bed, but I pulled my lips off his to say, “Lock it.”
He backed up, grinning. “Hold on tight.” I braced my hands onto his shoulders and squeezed my legs tighter around him, my hips moving on their own.
Once he locked it, he put his arm under me, hoisting me up as he stepped closer to the bed. I needed his mouth again, so I leaned in and took it. A low rumble rose from his chest, and my tongue went even deeper inside.
Slowly, he lowered me onto the bed and at first, I didn’t unclench my thighs from him. Chuckling, he pushed them down. “I’m not going anywhere. But I want to look at you.”
My heart thundered in my chest. It had been so long since I willfully undressed for anyone. But I had a decent figure, especially to have a child. Clearly, he liked the curves I had. So why was I so nervous?
He stood at the edge of the bed, and maybe he sensed my trepidation because he smiled down as he hooked his thumbs into his waistband and pushed the shorts down, and there was nothing underneath. Well, there was something there. Something big, hard, and staring me in the face. He was a big guy, so it made sense that his cock was big, but holy shit.
Blowing a breath out, still laying on my back, I tugged at the hem of my tank, pulling it up and over my head. He kneeled between my legs, placing his huge palm on my stomach. My stomach quivered at the touch, causing my breasts to shake gently.
“You’re so perfect, Linny.”
My breath hitched. “Bama,” I whispered.
