Page 31 of Tempting Her Grumpy Protector
At first, Greer thought he was still dreaming.
One moment he was deep in that hazy gray space between sleep and waking, the next he was wide awake and standing on a floor that was crawling with motion.
But they’re just bugs, he thought, willing his brain to be more awake. It’s just that Sunny hates them—they’re not really a threat.
There was light coming in through the hut’s single window and he could see that most of the skuttlers were crawling rapidly away, exiting under the door. Well, that was a good thing, anyway. But still, Sunny, clung to him, trembling.
As Greer came more awake, he became aware of several things.
First, he was naked. He must have pushed his sleep trousers off in the night because he’d gotten hot. It wasn’t something he would normally do while sharing a bed with his Ward, but he’d clearly been really out of it the night before.
The second thing he noticed was that Sunny was also warm and naked, her
trembling limbs wrapped tight around him. She was clinging like a drowning woman to a piece of driftwood, her body locked to his with the desperate grip of someone who’d been swept out in a rushing current and fears she’ll never get back to shore.
His eyes snapped open fully as his brain caught up with his body.
Sunny was plastered against him—her arms wound around his neck, her bare legs hooked around his hips. Every lush curve was pressed to his front. Her full breasts and tight nipples were smashed against his chest and her pussy was…
Goddess help him.
Greer clenched his jaw.
He’d woken with morning wood, the same as most days, and the hard, aching length of him was trapped, pinned between them. His shaft was pressed flat against his own belly by the weight of her body and her heat—the slick, molten softness of her pussy—was pressing against the underside of his shaft with nothing between them.
He wasn’t inside her—not exactly. But the warm wetness and the silky slide of her soft little cunt told him she was still damp from last night. From all the times she’d come on the toy while he fucked her, coaxing release after release from her trembling body.
Greer gritted his teeth. He’d only found his own release once, alone, later, in the fresher, and now every half-formed fantasy from the night before came roaring back in full color.
The press of her soft breasts against his chest and the feeling of her clinging to him made it worse—made everything worse. He could feel the tight little points of her nipples against his chest, branding his skin with heat.
“Greer!” she moaned in his ear. “Please…please don’t let them get me!”
His arms tightened around her automatically, his protective instincts wrestling with the throbbing pulse low in his body. Every muscle screamed at him to shift her, to angle his hips just so—it would only take a little adjustment and he could be sliding into her, breaching her entrance and filling her warm, wet pussy with his aching cock…
No.
She was his Ward. His responsibility. Not his to touch—not his to take.
Greer swallowed hard, but the scent of her, the feel of her curves molded to his bare body, was a torment that could undo the strongest Warrior.
And he was dangerously close to losing it.
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SUNNY
It took Sunny a moment to register exactly what was going on.
She was plastered to Greer—legs wrapped around his hips, arms locked around his neck like she was afraid to drown. His chest was solid and warm against her breasts, and… oh God… something long and thick and hard was pressed right against her—right between the lips of her pussy!
Her eyes went wide. She knew what that was. And worse—better?—it was sliding against her in just the right way. The ridged length of him was rubbing over her clit every time she shifted in his arms…and every time Greer changed his position.
She was still sore from the night before, but in a good way—loose and warm in her core, like her body was remembering the rhythm of pleasure he’d given her. And maybe—probably—there was still some of that damned aphrodisiac from the Mating Drink in her system because she couldn’t seem to stop herself.
A soft, helpless moan escaped her as she rolled her hips, grinding against him.
“Oh, Greer,” she whispered. “You feel so good against me!”
