Protecting My Hart (Protectors Series Book 1) (4 page)

“Fuck, I swear they are like children. I’m sorry, Hart, I have to go deal with the dumbasses. Do you want me to come back?”

“Only if you want to. I mean, it’s OK if you want to sleep back in your own bed. I’ll be OK.”

“I’ll be back. Don’t wait up for me, Tesoro. You’ll be OK ‘til I’m back.”

“OK. Thank you.”

Slyde leaves to deal with whatever disaster is taking place. I curl back up into bed with my book. I fight the battle with my eyes to remain open, but I lose. I have no idea how long I’ve been asleep when I feel my book being taken from my hands, and I wake slightly.

“Sorry, Tesoro, I didn’t mean to wake you up. Go back to sleep.”

I feel him slip into bed next to me and my body is immediately drawn to his as he pulls the covers back up over me. I may have been asleep a few seconds ago but as his arm slips around me, my body awakens, and I decide to see how far I can take this.

I thought it was going to be years before this was ever a possibility. I figured I’d have to wait until I could get her out of here and prove to her that I’m worthy before I could ever hold her like this, and over the last few days, I have become addicted. I’m addicted to the smile she gives just before she falls asleep. To the way her head is laying on my shoulder. I’m addicted to the feeling of her arm across my stomach, and the heat of her breath against my skin. I’m addicted to the sound of her even breathing as she sleeps, and to the contentment I feel of having her body pressed against mine. I am completely, deeply, addicted to Hartley.

Hartley’s hand moves back and forth on my stomach and I relish the touch. Her hand slips beneath my shirt, my breathing increasing slightly with the feel of her skin against mine. My shirt raises higher and I feel the warm, softness, and light pressure of her lips on my chest, and begin a battle with my body to stay in control.

“Hartley.”

Her lips press again higher.

“Hart.”

Lips again higher, hand moving lower.

“Tesoro.”

Her hand is now cupping me through my jeans causing me to grow harder. Fuck.

Rolling her to her back and bringing her hand back up, I stare into her beautiful hazel eyes trying to read anything there that might give me a clue as to what’s going on in her head. As much as I want this, and fuck do I ever, she is taken.

“Tesoro, we can’t. You’re JD’s girl. I can’t betray that.”

“No. I’m not. I don’t think he wants me anymore. I want this, and it only has to be for tonight. Please, Slyde, I just want to know what it would feel like, just once. Please. Just this once.” The tone of her voice breaks my heart, and her words penetrate my brain. If it’s true that JD doesn’t want her then perhaps I can get her out of here and someplace safer. I can make her my girl.

“Hartley, are you sure?”

“I’m sure, Slyde. I want this. I want you for tonight.”

My head is screaming at me to stop this, ordering me to get up and leave because despite what she says, she is still taken. Also, if JD found out this could cause so many problems for me and compromise all the information I’ve got. Her eyes hold such a deep vulnerability. She’s pulled her bottom lip between her teeth, and I can see the anxiety and doubt filter into her eyes as she awaits my decision. Really, it’s a decision that was made the first time I saw her, so regardless of the consequences, I’m giving her what she wants, what I want too. I’m crossing this line, I’m going to make this a time where she feels cherished, make this good for her, and I’m going to savor every single fucking minute.

Softly, my hand brushes back her hair from her face and my lips lower to capture hers. With a sigh, her lips part, and gently my tongue slips in. She tastes sweeter than I imagined. She eagerly returns the kiss, her hands slipping beneath my shirt once again, caressing every inch she can reach. Reluctantly pulling my lips from hers, I sit up and pull my shirt off over my head. Hartley kneels next to me, her fingers fumble with the button of my jeans, while her lips press against my chest. I know she’s nervous so I cup her head and kiss her softly, hoping to help her calm down.

“Relax, Tesoro.”

“Relax, Tesoro.” He states softly against my lips. The smoothness of his whiskey-rich voice pours over me, causing my body to relax. His hands fall to my hips, he kisses my nose. His hands skim higher, caressing my sides as he lifts my shirt up slowly. His eyes stay connected to mine until he leaves a kiss on my forehead before lifting my shirt all the way off. A small groan sounds from his throat, and that little sound has a huge effect on my body. My breathing increases, and liquid heat pools between my thighs. Calmer, but still shaking, I reach again for the button on his jeans. My fingers work this time, and I unbutton them and slowly pull down the zipper. Slyde leans down and captures my lips; his hands caress my back bringing every inch of my skin alive with need and passion, and I feel his touch even after it’s gone. My hands float across his back, memorizing every inch, every ridge of every muscle, every line and crease, every flex he makes. I want to remember everything about this night. Breaking my lips from his, I kiss my way down his throat to his broad shoulders, to his hard muscled chest, to his beautifully defined abs. Every movement his body makes with every breath he takes, causes his muscles to flex and twitch beneath my lips. His breath hitches and a small groan escapes his throat as my tongue and lips commit his chest to memory. . His lips fall to my shoulder, his hand moves to my lower back, and he gently lays me back down on the bed. His hands move to my hips and he hooks my pajama pants with his fingers and together with my panties he pulls them down and off my legs. He kneels at the end of my bed; I watch his eyes move ever so slowly up my body. The heat of his gaze burns desire into my skin, my breathing has become shallow, the ache between my legs increases, and I let out a small whimper when the intensity of his gaze locks with mine.

“Hartley, you are so fucking beautiful, mi Tesoro.” Again, his lips find mine briefly before making their way down my throat. His hands softly caressing me wherever he can reach before they cup my breasts. He squeezes, his fingers capturing my nipples, rolling and squeezing almost to the point of pain, and it feels amazing. The sensation increases when I feel the warmth of his lips sucking one into his mouth; his tongue teases my now sensitive flesh drawing more whimpers from my lips. Lower his lips travel, and as his body slides down mine, my legs open wider to accommodate him. The denim covering his legs scrapes against the sensitive nerves between my legs; I react instinctively and buck into him, creating more divine friction. I feel his hand cupping me, a finger sliding slowly into my body, I melt further into the bed as his finger slowly fucks me, creating a desire I haven’t felt in a very long time. My fingers slide into his hair and tangle. Pulling him up, I capture his lips, thrusting my tongue past his lips, thrashing it against his. My hips buck in rhythm with his hand, and because it’s been so long, I’m close quickly. His thumb presses against my clit, circling firmly. I tense, my breathing stops. He presses harder. I break with a moan captured by his mouth, and pleasure floods through me as my body quivers.

“Beautiful, Tesoro.”

I watch with fascination as he slips his fingers into his mouth, his eyes close and his face looks as if he is tasting something divine.

“Mmmm, sweetest thing I have ever tasted,” he states on a groan. Slyde climbs off the bed and slips off his jeans and boxers. He really is gorgeous everywhere. There is not an inch of fat on his sculpted body. His cock is thick, long, and hard. I’m in awe as I stare at him—never have I seen someone so perfect. I want to know what he feels like, sitting up slightly, my hand reaches out for him, my fingers curl around him, and he’s warm. I can feel him pulsating as I move my hand slowly up and down the length of him. His body shivers, and his breath hitches softly. I’m a little worried he won’t fit, but I can’t stop this. My entire being craves this man, and if I deny myself I won’t survive. Slyde moves, lowering himself down over me, his body covering mine, forcing me to let him go and lie back down. My hands rest on his shoulders. His eyes lock onto mine. I don’t hide from him, I let every emotion I feel show; I want no regrets from this night.

“You’re sure?” he whispers, softly asking one last time.

I nod and let out a whispered, “Yes.”

Slyde braces on his arm, his other hand gliding down my leg before pulling it to wrap around his hip. He’s there, teasing, begging for entry. Slyde rolls his hips, slipping in slowly; I stretch deliciously to accommodate him. My muscles grab at him, pulling him in deeper. My hands have a grip on his biceps, nails digging. Slyde surges forward. He’s deep, deeper than anyone has ever been. I’m filled by him. I have no breath. None to be found. My body is wound tight, but melting into the bed with his complete and total possession of my body.

Fuck, this is intense. I’ve barely been inside her for a minute and my body already wants to lose control. She’s warm and wet and tight; her muscles have clamped down around my dick, keeping me deep inside her. Fuck, she feels fantastic. The way her body is responding, keeping control isn’t going to be easy. Even though we both have pushed reality out of the way tonight, for right now, Hartley Jackson is my girl. Fuck yes. My hips pull back, retreating from her, pausing briefly before surging forward and being buried in her warm, slick pussy. Lowering my body back down to hers, I rest on my forearms. My lips mesh with hers, tasting her, savoring her. Hartley’s body has molded and wrapped around mine. Faster and harder my hips move, driving in and out of her pussy, bringing us both higher. Our bodies are slick with sweat, sliding against each other as we move. Every inch of her body that touches mine increases the burning fire. She clamps down around me, and I can feel her body shaking, her breathing rapid and shallow, matching mine. Kissing her shoulder, licking her skin. So sweet and perfect. I’m addicted.

Sensation. I’m nothing but sensation. My body is buzzing with pleasure and need. Each strong thrust into me increases the need for him. Whimpers, moans, and soft cries pass my lips. My body clings to his. I shake and quiver with the need to fall apart, but I’m scared. I don’t want this to end. Never have I had these feelings before, and I want to make them last, but I can’t fight it anymore. I’m there, needing to fall apart.