The Badass Protector

Iris

DID I JUST say that?

I blinked rapidly, feeling my face heat some more.

“Please.” He gestured like a gentleman.

The moment the door shut behind us, my breathing quickened. My muscle quivered. Gooseflesh erupted all over my skin when I felt his breath warming the skin of my neck.

I was pressed against the wall in a split second as he drilled me with his blazing gaze.

“Why are you here sneaking out in the middle of the night, twig?”

“Um, like I said. Lois threw me out of the cabin. She said she wants some time alone.” I grinned sheepishly. “But if you kick me out, I’ll knock on Templeton’s cabin next.”

“Really? That doesn’t seem like her. And you’re not knocking on Frost’s door. Ever.”

“Right.” I shrugged.

“Are you trying to break the rules or drive me crazy?” His voice turned deep and husky. His eyes were still pinned on me.

“Maybe both?” My brow rose.

“I should probably punish you for that?”

“What would be my punishment, if I may ask, officer? Are you going to cuff me?” I leaned in-just an inch closer, and our lips would touch.

“Hmm, let me think.” His eyes darkened as he squinted them on me-almost predatory, yet I found them sexy.

Ache settled up in my sex.

I pressed my hands on his chest. Heat rushed through my body like I was on fire as I felt his skin against my fingertips.

Biting my lips to stifle my moan, I traced my fingers down to his abs and hair and abruptly stopped on his waistband.

His breathing caught. “Don’t tease me, Iris. Patience is not my strong suit.” His hands moved on my waist, then slowly slid up my back under my shirt.

I gasped. “What is your strong suit, Officer Snow?”

“You’ll find it out soon, twig.” He smiled lazily. His touch was gentle yet burned and stirred pleasure in my body, which I hungered for.

I caught my lip between my teeth, stronger as the moan I’d been holding long enough was almost slipping out.

“Iris, tell me to stop.”

I shook my head. Even if I wanted to, I didn’t want to. I came here with one purpose and made a move, so why would I let him stop now? There’s no going back-hopefully, it’s a one-way trip to euphoria.

My head threw back as his hands found my breasts, cupping them and tweaking my nipples, making me cry out with the intense pleasure I craved from him.

“Damn, if I don’t love how your body reacts to my touch,” he whispered before capturing my lips-kissing me hard and deep. Then the kiss ended, only for me to find him staring at me with eyes blazing with lust and hunger.

He kissed me again-this time, it was slow, taking his time to explore-biting, nipping until he fully invaded my mouth with his hot tongue. His beard tickled my face, making my skin more sensitive. He tasted minty and everything I like about Colt.

My hands snaked around his neck. My legs wrapped around his waist as he gripped my thighs enough to leave his fingerprints on my skin.

His unbelievably huge bulge was pressing against my sex-he just lit me on fire more than I imagined. I almost lost my sanity when it hit something already aching, pulsing, and so sensitive.

I rubbed myself shamelessly and gasped when he sucked my lip hard and tugged it between his teeth-a mix of pleasure and pain merged all together, banking the throbbing sensation in my core.

He broke his mouth free, breathing hard as he leaned his forehead against mine.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

“I want you so bad. Tell me to stop now, and I will. But once you say yes, I won’t be able to stop until we both have no more energy left and are barely able to catch our breath.” He rushed his words out.

“To your bed now.”

A low rumble erupted from his chest in agreement.

He leaned down and lay me carefully on his bed as if I was fragile. He then took my shoes off one by one and carefully placed them beside his bed.

I sat on the edge, yanked my shirt off above my head, and pushed down my shorts with the panties he gave me. I was not a virgin anymore, and I didn’t have the luxury to play demure.

I watched his throat bob up and down a few times.

“Need help?”

“Can’t a man take a few moments admiring his woman?”

“I find it hard to believe you don’t have a single ink in your body.” Leisurely, I admired every inch of his skin until he unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them down to his knees, which left me breathless. His thick erection sprang from the thick black hair. Sweet Baby Jesus, he’s monstrous.

“Disappointed?”

Are you kidding me?

“You’re perfect with or without ink.” I gulped to see him completely naked. He was magnificent, better than any male model I’d seen in magazines. And this one in front of me was real. No makeup. No Photoshop. No lights. In raw and flesh-a living male model in a post-apocalyptic world.

Colt was ripped at every angle my eyes could see.

Kneeling down between my thighs, he spread them. “You’re beautiful, twig. So beautiful that I had to stand there for a minute and watch you naked in my bed and at the same thinking, why do I deserve you.” He caressed my cheeks with his callous thumbs.

I took his thumb and pressed it against my lips. “You are handsome and hot as hell. Your eyes are just as gorgeous as you are-whether you’re happy or angry, sad or confused. I like you because you are not only strong, badass, and tough but because you have a heart of gold.”

Then I pressed my lips into his, and he opened his mouth for me as I slowly kissed him with passion.

His hand was cupping my neck while the other was starting to explore around. Colt’s mouth traveled down my neck-sucking and licking my earlobe that held my breath. He then captured my breast with his hot mouth-tugging, nipping, and licking my nipple.

My back arched from the pain and pleasure, almost driving me off the edge. His hand slid between my thighs, finding me wet and ready-my folds slicked under his finger.

I moaned and slid closer to him, begging for more.

I gasped, tightening my hands on his hair as he slid his finger inside me. I threw myself back to the bed and bit back the scream of pleasure as the sensation intensified, and I lost self-control.

His hand was gone. Panic shot through me despite the fact that I had almost reached temporary bliss.

Then foil torn with his teeth, sheathing his impressive length. He then spread my thighs, positioning himself. I gasped as his shaft grazed my bundle of nerves.

Colt leaned down, biceps taut as he supported his weight. He then kissed me on my lips. “Twig.”

“Colton.” The anticipation was killing me.

I spread my thighs wider to welcome him as he slowly slid his hot and throbbing length in. Tremors seized my entire body. I’m quivering. I could feel it as it got deeper and deeper, and how it stretched me, feeling completely full.

Pain blazed inside me, but it was too pleasurable than pain.

He hissed, and I gasped. He groaned, and I moaned.

“Twig?”

“Yeah.”

“Do you want it slow?” His jaw clenched.

“Do what you thought of me while you were alone in your bed.”

“Hmm.” He brushed his lips on me. “Hard and fast, then.” Then he slid out and shoved back inside. Hard.

It caught my breath.

My hands found his arms, gripping the stiff muscles as my anchor while my legs wrapped around his waist, wanting more.

He growled against my neck. “Is it too much?”

“No. I want more.” I squeezed my eyes shut and ground into him.

With full determination, he thrust again and again. Fast and hard. The slaps of our skin, the growls and moans, the squeaking of the bed, and the pounding against the wall echoed in the entire cabin.

Each hard thrust brought me higher and higher.

My fingers dug at his back.

Tremors surged through my legs.

My teeth sunk into his shoulder, and at the same time, a guttural roar erupted in his throat.

My heart pounded. My muscles contracted as the orgasm spiraled into me, so wild and uncontrollable.

My eyes rolled back as the pleasure was so absolute that I couldn’t breathe. My walls clamped around him as I exploded, calling his name in high pitch cry.

He hammered me harder with a slow growl, shuddered, and emptied his release-breathing hard and collapsing on top of me.

For a brief moment, Colt stilled. “Twig?” The genuine concern in his voice made me want more.

I ran my hands on his back. “Should I leave?”

His head lifted. His gaze was intense. “Why?”

“Just checking.”

“Silly.” He took my mouth in a long hot kiss, and he was hard again.