Free With His Protection (For His Pleasure, Book 15) by Kelly Favor Page B

and bliss of him. His smell, his body, his touch, his love.
    What more can he give me?
    She didn’t know, she just knew she wanted it all.
    Bryson was fully inside of her, and his belly was pressed against her stomach, and his lips were on hers, his eyes gazing into hers as he pulled his cock out and thrust it in again.
    She grabbed his back, clawing. Bryson kissed her once more, rhythmically pulling out and thrusting himself into her, leaving her momentarily empty before filling her completely and totally.
    It was magnificent, it was torturously pleasurable, it was exactly what she needed and wanted. She moved her hips in time with his stroke, and then he began moving faster inside her.
    Their bodies combined, clawed, wrestling and holding one another until there was nothing left that separated them at all. Soon, she was coming again, and she didn’t care if his neighbors heard her scream.
    Before she was finished, Bryson told her he was coming as well. “Should I pull out?” he asked.
    “No, come inside me,” she told him.
    Scarlett didn’t know what made her say it. Was it temporary insanity? She didn’t really know the answer. She’d simply told him and then he was thrusting again and again, and groaning loudly as he released everything inside her.
    She smiled, hugging his body tightly to hers as he finished.
    They lay together, their bodies still intertwined, Bryson still inside her, his hands running through her hair as he kissed her sweaty forehead.
    “Was that stupid of us?” she exhaled, still shaking from it all.
    “Maybe,” he replied, but he didn’t sound overly concerned.
    He slid off her. There wasn’t much room on the couch for both of them to lie together, but they made the best of it. Scarlett turned and faced him, running her hands over his chest. He was still breathing quickly, but his body looked utterly languid.
    Outside, the storm had begun raging again.
    “This just feels right, doesn’t it?” she said.
    He hugged her again, and she snuggled closer still.
    “It does feel right,” he agreed. “I can’t imagine anyplace else I’d rather be than here with you.”
    She looked up at him. “You mean that?”
    “I swear.”
    And he held her again, and they were quiet, listening to the sounds of wind and rain and Bryson’s heart was beating through his chest, and Scarlett closed her eyes, smiling.
    Eventually, they went to Bryson’s room, climbing into bed together, snuggling under the covers. They didn’t bother putting clothes on. Bryson held her from behind, his hands covering her breasts, and she could feel him stiffening against her buttocks as he embraced her.
    His breath on the back of her neck, Scarlett drifted a little bit.
    “Do you ever think about your family?” Bryson asked, his voice loud, snapping her awake.
    “My family? Why do you ask?” she said, turning her head a little.
    “I don’t know. I was just thinking about my family, and everything I’ve been through with them. And then I remembered how hard things were for you growing up.
    Do you ever think about your mom and dad? Your sisters?”
    “Of course I think about them.”
    “You miss them?”
    “Sometimes. Even though they hated me, even though I was an outcast.”
    Bryson kissed her shoulder. “I just don’t understand how anyone could have treated you so badly. I wish I could give them all a piece of my mind.”
    Scarlett laughed, picturing what her mother would have said if he’d tried talking sense to her. “My mom wasn’t the type to take parenting advice. And my sisters…” she thought about it. “Sometimes it’s easier to fly under the radar and let the other person take the fall.”
    “That’s pretty cowardly.”
    “It’s called survival,” Scarlett corrected him.
    “You didn’t take the easy way out when you lied and said that you started that fire.”
    “But it was different for me. I was already used to being blamed, hated. I knew I could survive on my own.”
    “I still