Under His Protection (12 page)

“Ssh,” he whispered against her chest, his
gaze jerking up to meet hers. “I want to make you feel good.”

“You’re already making me feel good.” She
smoothed a hand over his head, savoring the feel of his silky soft
hair. His fingers dived beneath her panties, threading through the
light patch of damp curls that grew there. She drew in a sharp
breath.

He’d just made her feel a whole hell of a
lot better.

His fingers moved deeper, streaking down her
slit, parting her gently and she bit hard on her lower lip. She
wanted to scream, wanted to beg him to touch her deeper, harder,
but he took his time, his fingers almost tentative in their search.
Delicately, he caressed her folds, brushed against her distended
clit and with that, she did let loose a moan, the sound of it long
and desperate to her ears.

So focused on her pleasure, he didn’t seem
to notice. His mouth sought and found her nipple, sucking it so
deep his cheeks hollowed. A single finger sunk deep within her,
pulling all the way out before plunging back in, now joined by a
second finger. She released a shuddering breath, barely holding on
to her control.

“Are you already close, baby?” His question
startled her, brought her back so she could focus on his face. His
handsome features now with a fine sheen of sweat coating them, his
dark hair curling at his temples. He’d somehow changed positions
and his mouth was so close to hers, she could reach out and kiss
him so she did, nibbling and licking at his lips. Her tongue
played, teasing with his.

“I want to come with you inside me,” she
whispered in his ear after she broke the kiss, and he shuddered,
his hand moving away from her. He tore at her panties, turning them
into shreds of lace and she gasped, horrified.

And then she burst into laughter.

Mason glanced up, a handful of black lace
clutched in his fingers, his brows furrowed. “What’s wrong? What
are you laughing at?”

“I can’t believe you just tore off my
underwear.” Her laughter had calmed, now turning into silly little
giggles, and she covered her mouth with her hand, still in shock at
his brutish—okay, arousing—actions.

Smiling, he grabbed her hand and rested it
directly upon his cotton-covered cock. “Think you could tear mine
off?”

Blake shook her head, curling her fingers
around his length, doing a slow glide up and then back down his
thick erection. “No. But I’ll gladly take them off for you.”

She pushed his boxer briefs down as far as
they could go before he took over and quickly shucked them,
pressing his gloriously naked body on top of her. He felt so good,
his broad chest rubbing against her breasts, his legs tangled with
hers, their feet colliding. She could feel every hair on his legs
tickling her skin, the rasp of his rough fingertips as he skimmed
his fingers down her arm. And when he kissed her, those soft, soft
lips melted her from the inside out. She wanted to weep.

It was almost too much, the way he touched
her, kissed her. As if it meant something, as if she meant
something to him. But she knew it was a lie. This was just about
sex. Those very words had come from his mouth.

“I can’t wait,” he muttered, reaching across
to grab the condom from the bedside table. Rolling away from her,
he tore open the package and sheathed himself. “I have to be inside
you.”

Resuming his position, he hovered above her,
his cock probing at her entry, seeking to claim her in the most
intimate way possible. The look on his face reminded her of a
warrior, fierce and ready to conquer. He had no idea he already had
her complete surrender. She wanted to give everything to him, hope
for everything in return, but she knew he wouldn’t give it to her.
Or couldn’t.

Whatever. It didn’t matter now. All that
mattered was he was here, in her arms, all hers. At least for this
moment.

Blake forgot her worries the second he
entered her. His thick cock filled her, stole her breath, her every
thought and worry. She arched beneath him, sending him further
inside her body, and their mingled groans filled the quiet
room.

Slowly he began to move, withdrawing nearly
all the way before thrusting back inside. She closed her eyes,
savoring the sensation, the first time experiencing Mason inside
her body and she slipped her arms around him, holding him close.
Her hands roamed down his sleek back, over his muscular butt,
feeling the tense and squeeze of his every movement.

She wanted to remember this. Forever.

* * * *

Mason closed his eyes and clenched his jaw,
trying to regain some sort of control. Difficult, considering the
woman of his dreams was beneath him, naked and writhing, the tight,
wet heat of her engulfing him completely.

He wanted to pound deep and hard, overpower
her, let his emotions for her overpower him. But he kept it under
control, going slow and easy, wanting to make it good.

So good.

Her hands were all over him, tickling his
back, pressing against his ass. Sending him deeper inside her
tight, creamy heat and he groaned, his eyes closed so tight the
corners downright hurt.

“Mason.” Blake’s soft voice wafted over him,
sent goose bumps scattering over his skin and he opened his eyes to
find her staring up at him.

Her blue eyes glowed in the golden-tinged
light of the room and she reached up, cupping his cheek with her
soft palm. Her fingers rubbed, streaked down his face in the most
delicate of caresses and he turned his head, pressing a ferocious
kiss to her palm.

“Mason, don’t hold back. Don’t hold anything
back. I’m not made of glass.” She smiled at him, that devastating,
vulnerable little smile that killed him every time he saw it and he
blew out a harsh breath.

“I don’t want to hurt you, baby. It’s been a
while and well...”

“Say that again,” she interrupted, her eyes
widening.

Uh, oh. Why did he have to go and admit that
it had been a while? “Say what again?” he asked warily.

Blake shifted beneath him, her breasts
jiggling. He was overwhelmed with the need to lick those pretty
little nipples. “Call me that again.”

“Call you what?” His brow wrinkled, but then
he realized. “Baby?”

“Yes.” She nodded, her hand sliding away
from his face, down his neck, along his chest. Her gentle touch
sent heated sparks shooting across his skin. “I love it when you
call me that. No one ever calls me anything but Blake or Ms. Hewitt
or pain in the ass.”

Mason chuckled and dipped his head, giving
her a mind blowing kiss that almost made him woozy. Fuck, he could
kiss her for days and never grow tired of it. “You have the most
delicious mouth, my little pain in the ass.”

She swatted his chest, a laugh escaping her.
“Don’t call me that.”

“Okay I won’t.” He kissed her again. “Ms.
Hewitt.”

“Now you’re just being rotten.”

He began to move once more, a little faster
this time, a little rougher. Her breathing accelerated, her
protests dying on her lips and the dazed expression on her face
made his heart swell. “I just like teasing you.” He kissed her
again, his tongue doing a slow sweep of her delicious mouth.
“Baby.”

Blake groaned and closed her eyes, her hands
clutching at his sides as he drove himself into her. Glancing down,
he could see where their bodies were connected, could watch the in
and out slide of his cock, glistening with her juices. He thrust
forward, his dark pubic hair mingling with hers, and the groan that
tore out of him at the sight startled her, her eyes flying
open.

“Are you okay?”

Hell yes, he’d never been better. Had it
ever been like this? All consuming, overwhelming, mind blowing?

He didn’t think so. Hell, he couldn’t think
at all.

“I’m fine,” he said through gritted teeth,
his arms shaking with the strain of holding himself above her.

She fluttered her hands over his ass,
stroking, kneading the muscles there and he pumped even faster, the
familiar tingling starting at the base of his spine, the base of
his cock.

He was going to come, and it was going to be
a big one. Was she close? Her pussy was so tight. Like the hottest,
sweetest fist, and her swollen tissues dragged along his length
with his every thrusting move.

Reaching between them, he touched her
distended clit, his index finger twirling and stroking. She gasped,
tossing her head back and forth amongst the pillows. “More,” she
urged and he gave it to her, circling her clit, driving them both
over the brink.

Mason came with a shout, his entire body
tense for that one, hanging moment before it surrendered completely
to the orgasmic sensation. The unmistakable clench of her inner
walls fluttering around him followed soon afterward, and he slumped
over her, his body shuddering again and again.

She held him close, her harsh breaths so
close to his ear, and he nuzzled her there, inhaling her sweet,
sex-tinged scent.

That had been amazing. Unbelievable.

And probably the biggest mistake of his
life.

Chapter Eight

Blake’s eyes fluttered open and she sat up
quickly, glancing about her darkened bedroom. It had to be late,
the sky was already dark, stars twinkling at her through the window
and she checked the clock.

Past six at night. Good lord, they must’ve
fallen asleep. And where was Mason? She didn’t particularly like
waking up alone, especially after everything they’d just
experienced.

She shivered, remembering every delicious
thing Mason had done to her body and she snuggled back under the
covers. The man had amazing hands, an amazing mouth and the most
amazing...

A little giggle escaped her and she slapped
her hand over her mouth. Oh yes, everything about Mason was amazing
and he knew just what to do with all of it. Her body felt sated,
her limbs languorous and the satisfied curl of her lips had
everything to do with the most delicious orgasms Mason had given
her earlier.

She wanted another one. Right now.

Climbing out of bed, she grabbed the robe
that hung on the back of her closet door and slipped it on, tying
the sash extra tight. She was naked, didn’t even bother putting
anything else on because she fully expected to drag the man back to
her bedroom where they could resume their earlier activities.

If she had her choice, they’d remain in her
bed for the rest of their stay on the island. And if she had to go
back to DC for election night, then she hoped to have Mason
standing next to her. Not as her assigned protection, but as the
special man in her life.

Blake frowned as she reached to switch on
the lamp that sat on her dresser. She needed to quit thinking like
that. Mason didn’t like her beyond the sexual. It hurt, heck, it
stabbed her directly in the heart, but she needed to get over
it.

She needed to remember her place in his
life. And really, why did she always have to adjust herself for
someone else? Why couldn’t she ever get what she wanted? People
thought she was a spoiled brat and yes, she’d been indulged much of
her life but when it came to the things she
really
wanted,
the
people
she really wanted, well, she was always left
without.

And she hated it.

Sighing, she strode out of her bedroom, down
the hall and toward the kitchen. The scent of coffee brewing
lingered in the air and she breathed deep, her stomach growling.
The coffee smelled good but food sounded even better. Light glowed
from the kitchen and she knew Mason was in there, making them
coffee and maybe even something to eat.

She smiled. How sweet.

Blake entered the kitchen to find Mason
standing in the middle of the room, wearing only jeans and looking
vaguely uncomfortable. His gaze met hers, his expression grim. Her
heart dropped into the bottom of her stomach and she remained in
the doorway, immobilized by his intense gaze.

“You’re awake.” He stated the obvious.

“I am.” She moved toward him, then past him,
headed straight for the coffeemaker. Grabbing a mug from the
cupboard above, she poured a steaming cup, then went to the
refrigerator to grab a bottle of flavored creamer. She dumped in
way too much and gave a quick stir with a spoon.

“More coffee with your creamer?” At least he
sounded jovial and hope soared within her.

“You know I like it sweet,” she teased.

“I like it sweet too, but not that sweet.”
The double meaning to his words did not go unnoticed and she
brought the cup to her lips, smiling at him.

“I should probably go.” He set down the
coffee cup he’d been holding into the sink and turned back to face
her, the uncomfortable expression on his face saying it all.

He didn’t know how to behave after
everything they’d just experienced.

“Where should you go?” Why wouldn’t he stay
with her for the night?

“To my temporary office.” He referred to the
smaller cabin. “I have some stuff I should check up on.”

She’d hoped for light and easy and teasing,
maybe another round or five of wondrous sex before the sun came up.
But she knew she’d have to work a little harder before they got to
that comfort level.

This was Mason, after all. The man of few
words, of quiet strength and above all, absolute dignity.

Her legs grew weak when she saw the way his
gaze lit upon her. Those beautiful eyes did a slow perusal of her,
from the top of her sleep-mussed head to the tip of her bare toes
and her skin warmed.

Even though this was Mason, he was still
only a man. And a mere man could only resist so much.

With that in mind, she approached him,
putting an extra sway in her step, the rustle of her silky robe
against her skin arousing her, making her nipples harden. He kept
his gaze trained on her face, his expression unreadable but she
knew that look.