Her Secretive Protector (Her Protector Alpha Male Military Romance Book 4) Read Free Page B

sorry I pushed you away today."
    "K. Can we talk about your wife?"
    "We definitely will. But how about when you haven't had so much…coffee." She could feel him smile. "Right now I want to hold you if that is okay with you."
    Dana nodded.
    And without expectation, thunder shook the house, spasm of lightening. Rory practically tossed Dana off of him. "Uh-oh. The laundry."
    "Gosh you are really serious about your house work, aren't you?"
    Dana followed him through the wooden doors, outside, into the suddenly poor rain. It was a deluge. She sobered up enough to help him protect the precious quilts. "Take them to the tub for now." She held the train of the quilt, keeping pace with him into the house, through the living room and into the bathroom. She helped Rory dumped the quilts into the bathtub.
    When she released the quilt he just blinked at her. "My goodness," he said. "You are just a wreck aren't you?" his voice took on a decidedly sultry. The tone went right to her nipples.
    "Oh my gosh, how do you do that?" she asked, staggering a little.
    "Oh beautiful," he chuckled. "You are toasted." She pressed against him. "And soaking wet."
    "Always for you Big Dog."
    "That is so good to know but I am talking clothes. We both are. Come. Let's go get naked in front of the fire," he lowered his mouth on to hers and devoured her. He lifted her off of her feet, carrying her by clasping her with one arm and feeling the walls as he walked to wind safely around the corner.
    Dana could feel the heat of the fireplace against her calves so she knew they were near. He set her down and stripped the shirt from her.
    He laid it on the hearth. "Look at you," he murmured.
    Dana looked down at herself, in her push up bra, wet skin glistening in the fire.
    "You really are a beautiful woman."
    Dana was sober but drunk with arousal and affection for him. "You're a beautiful man, Marine." Together they skinned of his shirt. She couldn't wait to run her hands over the broad expanse of huge muscles that almost popped off his frame. She kissed him as though she could not take enough from him. They shed the rest of their wet clothes. In a strategic move, he swept her off her feet and they lowered to the floor on to the rug that spread before the hearth.
    "You have a lot of furry rugs, Big Dog. Is this animal?"
    "It's lamb's wool."
    "It's very soft and fluffy."
    "Does it feel good?" he asked which was a question that struck her erotically. She instinctively responded by spreading her body against his which was now over hers, poised to enter her. She could feel his rigid cock searching.
    "Amazing," she replied as they gazed into each other's eyes.
    Rory entered her. He moved inside her very slowly, every once in a while pushing and grinding her as deeply as he could go. He mixed up his rhythm a little, moving in short strides this way and then that way agitating her in such a sweet and agonizing way. He made her so wet. She responded to his showmanship by tightening her body at will, and moved in her own pulsing rhythm.
    "Oooh baby," he murmured.
    "I like that."
    "What this?" he moved again.
    "Yes but I mean when you call me those names. Beautiful. Baby. I like that."
    "Hold that thought," he said and got up from her.
    "Hey?" Dana watched him, pleasuring herself lightly as she did.
    "One sec." He grabbed the bourbon from the table and returned to her. "My, oh my, I like that," he said, his eyes locked onto where her fingers were caressing her heated secret flesh. He swigged straight from the bottle but then spilled a little on her stomach.
    "Oh!" she shrieked but the move made her body tighten just enough to send her over the edge. She was coming. She looked up in wonder at him and he was smiling very pleased with himself. He lowered his mouth to nudge her hand aside and tongued her climax. Dana coming against his mouth was perhaps the sweetest experiences she had ever known. She was pleasantly buzzed slightly from the alcohol, lazy from the fire and rushed