Page 37 of Protecting What's Mine
Her words hit me like a damn hammer, and I can’t hold back anymore. I capture her mouth in another searing kiss, my hands gripping her hips as I pull her fully into my lap. She gasps against my lips, her hands sliding under my shirt to press against my bare skin, and every inch of me comes alive.
The heat between us is electric, overwhelming, but it’s more than just physical. It’s her—her laugh, her smile, the way she looks at me like I’m more than just some guy who’s here to protect her.
I pull back just enough to look at her, my breath ragged. “You’re incredible, you know that?”
She laughs softly, her fingers trailing over my chest. “You might’ve mentioned it once or twice.”
I grin, leaning in to kiss her again, but this time it’s slower, deeper, like I’m trying to memorize every detail of her.
I don’t know what’s going to happen tomorrow, or the next day, or when this job is over. But I know one thing for certain—Tory Ann Malser has changed everything.
And I’m never letting her go.
She rocks her hips against me once more, and my breathing picks up. “Ranger,” she moans again, and I kiss her until we’re both breathless.
I remove her shirt in a flash, resting my eyes on her bare chest. She’s beautiful. She rocks once more against my hardening cock, and I groan as I suck one of her breasts into my open mouth.
I reposition her, to lay her down on the couch as I remove her night pants from her body. I’m greeted by little black panties, and I growl at the sight.
She pushes at the edges of my shirt, removing it from my body. I help her, pushing my own sweatpants down my legs as I move to position myself between her legs.
“I need my cock to fill you up.”
She reaches for me. “I want it,” she moans, and I lean back to memorize this moment.
My woman. Needy for me.
She bites her plump lower lip into her mouth, and I tsk her.
“That’s mine to bite,” I say, leaning over her body ready to lay claim. I suck her bottom lip between my teeth, nibbling just enough to illicit a moan from her.
She holds onto me like a lifeline, and it causes this weird possessiveness to take over. Her legs wrap around my back, and I grab onto the flesh of her ass.
“These panties need to be obliterated.”
She giggles lightly, and the sound goes straight to my cock. “Do it, then.”
I lean back, grabbing the side of her panties and giving it a quick yank, ripping it right at the seam. I do it on the other side, and then in the middle…obliterating them.
The shredded material falls to the floor, and she sighs. “Those were such a nice pair.”
Now it’s my turn to laugh lightly. “In a few minutes you won’t even miss them.”
She holds onto me, her smile wide. “Promise?”
“I promise you, Tory.” I settle my body between her legs, letting the tip of my cock find her center. I want to slam deep inside her, but don’t want her to be too sore. So, gently, I nudge inside her, filling her up completely.
“Ah, Ranger,” she calls out.
“I love hearing my name on your lips.” It fills my chest up with a warmth I never knew I needed. It’s a sound I could get used to.
Forever.
I move my cock in and out of her, slowly at first, but then picking up speed as I go. Her soft moans and groans grow louder with each thrust of my hip until she’s calling out my name.
“That’s right,” I tell her. “Who’s making you feel so good?”
“You are, oh my god.” She squeezes onto me tighter, her body rocking along with mine.