Page 28 of A Lady's Heart
“Justin,” she complained.
He glanced up, a glint of amusement mixed with the fire in his eyes. “I’m not done. That was the appetizer.NowI’m ready to enjoy myself.”
He slid a hand over her belly and upward, pressing on her torso until she was forced to lie flat on the countertop. Feet on the edge, her head resting on solid granite. She stared at the ceiling above her where a delicate chandelier of sparkling glass hung. Some of the jewel-like pieces were made of stained glass…
That’s about when her vision began to blur, because now that he had her in the position he wanted, Justin went back to work, driving his tongue deep and sending her senses reeling.
Pressure increased as he slipped a finger into her sex, her aching flesh welcoming him as a shiver shot over her skin. He eased back then thrust again, over and over until she reached out and buried her fingers in his hair.
“You’re not going anywhere,” she ordered, desperately hoping he’d obey her, because if he didn’t want to, there wasn’t much she could do to stop him from moving.
Justin answered by licking more firmly, a second finger easing in with the first.
It’d been so long since she’d felt anyone’s touch except her own, it was no wonder she was seconds away from climax. A few more strokes, a few more caresses and she’d be there.
But he didn’t play fair, easing off the pressure just enough to make her complain vehemently.
He lifted over her, leaning one elbow on the island beside her as he gazed into her eyes, his fingers buried in her body. “I hate to rush, but sometimes we just need to get the job done. I bet you’re pretty when you come.”
It had to be his thumb circling over and over with slowly increasing pressure to her clit as he rubbed his fingertips inside her sex. The tension timed perfectly to drive her anticipation to the edge and then beyond, welcoming the orgasm as it shook her entire body. Her sex clamped down on his fingers, and she fought desperately to keep her eyes open, staring back as he hummed in approval as she lost control.
Justin truly was good at everything he put his hand to.
Every time she thought her body was done, he adjusted his fingers and drove her on. Waves struck like the ocean during a storm, each one breaking and crashing into the next until she collapsed bonelessly, unable to take anymore.
Justin eased his hand free as he leaned over her, the hard length of his erection pressing against her leg. He didn’t seem unhappy, though. Quite the contrary. He smiled before lifting his hand to his mouth and licking his fingers clean.
Mandy opened her mouth to say something, although she wasn’t sure quite what was appropriate. A simplethank youseemed inadequate, but then the timer on the stove went off, and Justin pulled her to a sitting position before pressing a brief kiss to her lips.
“Stay right there,” he ordered.
She was dazed enough to not care she was bare-assed naked, legs wide as she watched him be all-domestic and pull their breakfast from the oven.
There was no shame in what they’d done, although she really hoped she’d be able to do something for him in return soon.
Justin didn’t consider himself good martyr material. He knew exactly what he liked, and he mostly managed to live in a way that pleased him. Comfortable surroundings were the norm, his time in the wolf pack house not withstanding. He rarely had to forgo creature comforts even in his role as bodyguard for Tyler.
But when it came down to it, he was willing to make whatever sacrifices were needed to meet his goals and complete the challenges of his day.
Only current and ongoing goal: keep Mandy safe and make her happy. In that order. If he could do both at the same time, all the better. The factmaking her happywould involve sex as well as excursions?
Justin Cullinan was one contented bear.
Point in case—that morning bringing her pleasure had been the highlight of his past few days. He had no intention of rushing her, and if she needed more time, he’d give it to her. Yup, he was willing to provide all the oral sex she could handle.
Meanwhile he was focusing on the first part of the task, keeping her safe as she wandered town checking everything out, her fingers tangled in his. All talk of her to-do list had seemingly been forgotten, which was fine. Although he hoped she’d come back to it eventually, because he was looking forward to the more physical requirements, like when she decided it was time to move forward and finally put her hands on him intimately.
His cock rose at the thought, and he adjusted himself casually to a less painful position.
Mandy stood in front of the plaque that explained how the town got its name, laughing out loud when she reached the end. “That is something I would have done. My family used to tease me unmercifully for how poor my spelling was.”
Justin shifted his body slightly to protect her from a group walking past in the opposite direction. “Face it,Ptarmiganwould have made a great name for the town, but it isn’t the easiest word to spell. But you think they would have picked something else completely.”
“No,Chickenworks perfectly—it’s funny. Like…ptarmigans are arctic chickens, right?” Her nose wrinkled adorably. “Wait.Arethere any ptarmigan shifters?”
“Probably,” he said with a smile. “Only the gentler shifters tend to stay a little more isolated.”
“For good reason, I suppose.”
