Free Protecting His Witness (Red Stone Security Series) by Katie Reus Page B

hair was buzzed almost to his skull so she grabbed onto his head, holding him in place.
    He just chuckled against her sensitive nipple and slightly pulled his head back. “I’m not going anywhere.”
    Was that a promise in those gorgeous eyes? She swallowed hard, unable to find her voice before he dipped his head again to her other breast. He lavished that one with just as much attention. With each stroke of his tongue, she felt the pulse between her legs grow hotter and more insistent.
    Somehow she forced her hands from his head and slowly stroked her fingers down his back. His taut muscles tensed under her touch, his big body trembling.
    When he started a path down her belly she knew what he intended. And while she wanted to feel his mouth on her again, she wanted to feel him inside her even more. They could drag out the foreplay for hours later. Right now, she was walking a tightrope of control and she was about to lose it. “No,” she rasped out as he grasped the edge of her pajama bottoms with his hands.
    Hovering over her, he looked up, his eyes wide in confusion. “You don’t want this?” His voice was ragged.
    “No, yes, I do, I just mean no foreplay. I want you in me. Now.” Her face flamed as he watched her with a mix of hunger and amusement. She was practically rabid to have him in her and he seemed almost unaffected. Of course his hard cock said otherwise, but still, it was maddening how in control he appeared.
    “I forgot how impatient you are,” he murmured as he tugged her bottoms and panties down her legs. When his gaze landed on her mound, she squirmed under his intensity. “Should I tease you?” he asked, his eyes pinned to hers as he dragged a finger along the length of her wet slit.
    He didn’t penetrate though, just stroked up and down in languorous movements. Damn him. He was going to tease her.
    “Payback will suck,” she promised. Because she could tease him until he was begging. The thought of doing so made her even wetter.
    Finally, he pushed two fingers inside her in one long stroke. His eyes shut for a moment as he pulled out then pushed back in.
    She slightly arched her back off the bed as her inner walls clenched around him and she let her own eyes close. It wasn’t enough, she needed so much more. When he completely withdrew, her eyes snapped open to find him watching her intently.
    He put his fingers in his mouth, the act of him tasting her incredibly erotic. “I don’t think I will tease you.” His voice shook as he spoke and she realized he was just as close to losing it as she was. Thank God.
    She couldn’t take any more torture.
    When he slid off the bed she worried he was stopping, but then realized he was grabbing a condom from his bag.
    “I’m on the Pill,” she blurted. She’d been on it forever because it kept her regulated. If not, she had too many not-fun issues. Since she hadn’t been with anyone since him, she was obviously clean and didn’t need to spell it out.
    Vincent dropped his bag as if it was on fire and turned to face her. With the moonlight bathing him, he looked like an ancient warrior standing there; his thighs, stomach and chest all toned muscles and so much perfection she could barely stand it. He might as well have been cut from marble. He cleared his throat once and stepped back toward the bed like a panther stalking his prey. “I’m tested every six months and haven’t been with anyone since my last two tests. And I’ve never gone without a condom. Except…”
    With her. She knew that was what he couldn’t seem to say. She reached out her arms to him and he practically pounced on her, his tongue tangling with hers as he cupped her head in the way she loved. She could taste herself on him and found it wildly erotic.
    His strong chest rubbed against her breasts as they kissed, the friction stimulating her nipples and working her up even more. She wrapped her legs tight around his waist, grinding against him and soaking up his