His to Defend (The Guard Book 2)

by Em Petrova

  He nuzzled her skin, and she opened her mouth to beg for more. He was too quick. He pushed back and yanked off her boots. Then he gripped her jeans and ripped them down her hips, taking her panties with them and leaving her wearing only her blouse, open and spread to expose her completely.

  His stare danced over her, beginning with her face and skimming her breasts. Zigzagging over her body, he landed on her pussy.

  “You’re bare.”

  “It makes me feel more womanly.”

  As he gazed down at her, his throat worked. “Spread your legs.”

  When she let her knees drop apart, she felt the sticky arousal on her lips and inner thighs. She quivered with the intense need to seek her own pleasure.

  “Goddammit.” Still, he didn’t move to touch her where she needed it most.

  She reached between her thighs and pressed on her clit. She didn’t touch herself for two seconds before he ripped her hand away.

  “No. I pleasure my women. No one else.” Still, he didn’t move, hovering over her with his brows drawn into a fierce V.

  Would he ever make his choice? She’d thrown herself at him several times now. How did the Americans say it? The ball was in his court.

  “Lars…”

  He must have heard the plea in her voice because he squeezed his eyes shut. When he reopened them, no mask concealed the want in his gaze.

  Without hesitation, he slipped two fingers over her mound. She cried out as he strummed her clit and continued down, ruffling her slick folds until he reached her entrance.

  “Look at me, Lil.”

  She met his stare, and he thrust his fingers into her pussy. A cry escaped her, and she bucked against his hand. He applied pressure on a spot that tore an even louder noise from her. Shaking and on the edge, she held his gaze.

  “Can you take three fingers, gorgeous?”

  She panted. “Yes!”

  Slowly, he slipped a third in to join the other two. Exquisite pressure spread her inner walls, and she could only imagine how he’d feel in place of those fingers. Her insides contracted, and he issued a low rumble of a groan that washed over her senses and left her even more wanting.

  When he pressed the pad of his thumb over her aching clit, she lost her mind for long minutes. Thrashing her head, she rocked into his hand. He swirled his thumb over her clit, and the first pulsation of her orgasm rocketed upward.

  She stifled a scream, head twisting into the pillow. He fingered her through the waves of her release, until the final pulse left her.

  He eased his fingers free and spread her juices over her folds and clit. She waited for him to move and kiss her, but he eased down between her legs, locked his fingers on her hips and lowered his mouth to her pussy.

  * * * * *

  If he was going down in a fiery crash, he’d damn well take everything he wanted first.

  The first taste of her sweetness dragged a rough groan from his throat, and he locked down on his urge to sink into her. She tasted too good, and hell, he couldn’t keep from dipping his tongue into her folds again and again. The soft, wet petals quivered beneath his mouth, and she knotted the sheets in her fists while he pleasured her.

  “Oh my God!” she cried in French.

  His chest welled with a burning desire to hear more of her screams. Clamping his hands around her ass, he then lifted her to his feasting lips. Sucking on her clit, he drank in the view of her body. Christ, out of a lineup of wards he found irresistible enough to throw out his oath, he never would have guessed at Lillian.

  Yet, she tasted like heaven. The sweet drops of her juices coating his lips made his cock harder than steel. She wanted him inside her. She practically fucking begged him.

  With a growl, he thrust his tongue into her opening. Slick need met his taste buds, and he sank it inside her again and again. Just as he felt her first quakes of pending release, he lifted his head and latched on to her hard bud.

  Short nails—oval in shape and unpolished, he remembered—sank into his scalp. She tugged his head down, and he took that as his cue that she needed more than what he was giving her.

  Closing his lips around her clit, he flicked his tongue over her core. Hot juices drenched his chin as she let go for a second time.

  He stared at her face. Christ, the woman would drive him to it, wouldn’t she? Drive him to claim her and there was no escaping that aftermath. Even if he never confessed to Oz or the rest of the Church, he wouldn’t be the same fucking man.

  Did he fucking care?

  He rested a hand on her outer thigh, and she let the weight fall into his hand. He lowered her leg to the mattress and pressed kisses along her inner thigh and up to the juncture.

  Breathing hard, she rasped, “Lars. Let me pleasure you.”

  He froze. He could slide his cock into her pretty mouth and take his ease, but he wanted more. He wanted all of it.

  “I don’t have protection,” he grated out.

  “In the top zipper of my bag.”

  Hell if he liked the sound of that. Her carrying condoms? Fuck no.

  She’s choosing to use them with me.

  He pushed off the bed and grabbed her bag. Sure enough, a small stash of condoms rested in the zippered pocket. He grabbed one, mentally counting the total. Before he left this room, he planned to use every last one so she had none left for another man.

  She sat up and moved to sit on the edge of the bed, the blouse she wore partly concealing her breasts from his gaze and driving him even more wild. Her allure confused him, and he had to put his hands on her and needed to know more of her.

  Swiping his tongue over his lower lip and tasting her there, he slowly approached where she sat. She tilted her head up to him, and he leaned in to kiss her, long, slow and deep. She brought her hands to his shoulders and pulled him in.

  When he straightened again, she stood with him. She was more than a head shorter than him, though not many women matched his six-three frame. With eyes burning, she began to explore him. Touching his chest with light flutters of her fingertips and moving down over his ridged abs to the hem of his shirt. She drew the cotton from his waistband and stripped off his shirt.

  As soon as her gaze lit on his chest and bared abs, her lips tipped in appreciation. He received plenty of looks from more women than he could ever fuck in a lifetime, but coming from Lil, the look gave him a deep thrill that he pleased her.

  She ran her fingers over his chest, stroking his nipples lightly. He groaned out.

  “You like that,” she whispered.

  “Yes.” He swallowed hard.

  She did it again, teasing both nipples at once before leaning in to suck on one. He allowed her hot mouth to drive him crazy for only seconds before he needed to take control or lose it.

  Pressing her down to sit again might have been more of a mistake, though. She didn’t waste time unzipping his jeans and drawing his thick erection into her silky hands.

  “Fuck…” He threw his head back. A heartbeat later, wet heat encircled the tip of his shaft. He jerked his stare down to her and nearly came at the sight of her hot mouth sinking over his inches, right to the base of his cock.

  He had to make her stop.

  Just one more minute.

  Bracketing her face with his hands, he held her there, his entire length deep in her fucking throat. A growl left his lips, and he swung his hips back, pulling free. “You’re gonna tell me where you fucking learned that trick.”

  She smiled up at him and wet her lower lips. “Do you always speak German when you’re getting a blow job?” she answered in perfect German herself.

  Had he switched languages? Fuck, she really unraveled him, didn’t she?

  Cupping her face, he smoothed his thumb over her moist and plump lower lip. “Take me into your throat again.”

  This time he curled his toes into his boots and locked his muscles to keep from fucking her mouth the way he wanted. As soon as he sank balls-deep, he had to rip his dick free or risk exploding.<
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  “Mmm.” She leaned in and gathered the precum pooling at the tip of his cock. He just about fucking lost it again.

  She plucked the condom from his fingers and ripped it open. With a practiced hand, she rolled it over his erection and then fluttered her fingers over his sides. In a blink, he shed his clothing and lowered himself to the bed beside her.

  Taking her in his arms shouldn’t feel this damn good, but at least he was getting his sin’s worth. She curled into his chest, arms around his neck. She found his lips and delivered a kiss that made his heart act up. Right after this mission, he’d go see a specialist just to make sure he didn’t have some health issues.

  He cradled her face and angled her right and then left to receive his kisses. Each pass of his tongue amped him up to an end so big he couldn’t even imagine what would come next. Then she slung her thigh over his hips, and he rolled her into the sheets to find out.

  Spreading her legs, he sank between them. Their gazes locked, and her breaths came faster. He reached to remove the blouse at last, and she slipped her arms free of the sleeves.

  He cut a path over her with his gaze. “Christ, you’re gorgeous, Lil.”

  Her soft smile was the best response he could receive.

  * * * * *

  Hooking her ankles around his back, she drew Lars into her body. The intimate hold of his stare clutched her in ways she never knew before. Each inch penetrating her dragged a hitching cry from her. When he seated himself fully inside her, they shared a long look.

  “You feel…” he began.

  “Perfect,” she finished.

  He nodded and then eased his cock out. When he sank into her a second time, he did so faster. The third harder. The fourth and they hit a rhythm. Each churn of his hips pulled hers upward to greet the thrust. As her body clung to him with tight pulls of her inner walls, she reveled in the rough growl leaving his lips again and again.

  Fingers of excitement threaded through her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and drew him into a kiss while their bodies smacked faster. The moment she felt velvet-covered muscle stiffen under her hands, her own release rushed to the surface.

  “Lars!”

  “Holy fuuuuck.” He stared into her eyes as his moves grew jerky. She came apart in huge waves, and he curled into her as his own struck.

  Something about holding the big, tough guy while he gave up so much control touched a spot deep inside her. She tangled her fingers in his thick hair and pulled him into a kiss. Long, intense moments passed while he plundered her.

  He rolled off her but hauled her against him. “Fuck, Lil.”

  She chuckled. “We just did, mon amour.”

  He moaned. “My lover,” he repeated. “Christ, I never should have touched you.” He didn’t seem able to stop touching her though. He trailed his fingers over her naked spine, down to the crest of her buttocks. When he nestled a fingertip in the cleft of her buttocks, she felt another hard thrill of want.

  What happened next? She’d only thought in the moment, of taking hold of life for the here and now, and hadn’t considered the strain both might feel after having sex.

  Well, she could continue on as before. She wasn’t a woman to cling to a man, and she wouldn’t now.

  While she didn’t want to move away from him, she slipped out of bed and crossed the room. She picked up her bag and carried it into the bathroom. The door hadn’t even latched before Lars pushed it open. His big body filled the entire doorway, and that dangerous light returned to his eyes as he glared down at her.

  “You get up and leave? Just like that?”

  “I thought I’d take a shower.”

  “Not without me, goddammit.” He crowded into the bathroom with her and she was forced to step into the shower stall in order to make room. She switched on the water and sliced sideways glances at his body, more impressive now that she knew how it felt, smelled…and tasted.

  He set a weapon on the bathroom vanity.

  “Where were you hiding that?” she asked as she twisted under the spray.

  He stepped into the shower with her, taking up more than half the space. She reached for the soap as if she did this every day of her life and began to lather it across her neck, shoulders and breasts.

  “Let me do that.” He grabbed the soap from her hand and squirted a generous dollop into his palm. When he smoothed it over the places she’d just washed, down to her belly and between her thighs, she shivered for more of his touch.

  Raising the bottle of bodywash, she said, “Do I get the same pleasure of washing you?”

  He didn’t answer, just gave her that piercing stare she’d seen a hundred times from the man. She massaged the soap over his broad chest, down to the trim V of his waist and took her time exploring the ridge of muscle riding just above his hips. He didn’t move his stare from her as she took hold of his cock. Somewhere in the seconds between the bed and the shower, he’d stripped off the condom.

  “Christ, woman, you’re killing me.”

  She pumped his hard length through her fist, tightening her fingers when she reached the mushroomed head.

  With a growl, he removed her hand and whirled her to face the shower wall. She gasped as he plunged two fingers into her freshly-fucked pussy—and one into her ass.

  All at once, he fell still. Mouth at her ear, he grated out, “Are you all right?”

  She tested the unusual breech of his finger in her netherhole. The soap allowed his finger to slide in without a hint of pain….and her body surprisingly welcomed the slight burn of the invasion.

  “Y-yes.” She plastered her hands to the wall, gasping at how full, how stretched she felt.

  He eased his fingers out and then thrust all three back inside her. A cry rocked her, and he latched an arm around her waist to support her. Head hanging, she focused on his touch.

  He pressed his lips to her ear and rumbled, “I told you I make demands, gorgeous. And I plan to know every inch of your body before I’m finished.”

  She sucked in as he slipped inside her once again. The slippery path to her untouched spot had her soaking wet and about to beg for a release she’d never experienced and didn’t even understand.

  “Feel my fingers inside you, Lil. Feel me stretching that pretty ass of yours.”

  A rough mewl escaped her, and she hung in his hold.

  He withdrew his fingers and teased a path around her entrance, which only caused her to burn more.

  “I can tell no man’s taken you here before.” He returned to German. So odd to change languages, though she kept up easy enough. “Has anyone ever fingered you here?” He eased his finger right back in, deeper than before.

  She curled her toes into the shower floor. “No!”

  “Good. This is mine. This moment in time belongs to me. And so does your body.” He latched his mouth onto the side of her neck, kissing and sucking, grazing his teeth over her skin as he fingered her in ways that felt like he owned more than ten fingers. When she felt the first deep throb, he rubbed that spot again, faster. He claimed her with his fleeting touch, until she could barely remain on her feet.

  The orgasm struck out of nowhere. A huge rushing swell hitting her and knocking her into a sea of sensation so large she could only feel. Her mind let go, and she came apart for him in what she could only describe as her very first double orgasm.

  Chapter Seven

  Fuck, he wanted to sink into that sweet, tight ass of hers. To feel the hard grip of her release around his cock.

  He couldn’t push her further. Bad enough he’d fucked her pussy and mouth. But having her ass would end everything for him. He might as well tie his own noose and loop it around his neck, because he’d blurt all of this out to Oz, Roman, North—hell, Sister, and she’d string him up before he got a chance.

  As the final throb echoed through his finger and up his arm, he took hold of Lillian’s tender earlobe and worried it between his teeth. Gaining control proved tougher than he first imagined. Was he sorr
y for it? Hell no.

  Slowly, he turned her into his arms and kissed her sweet lips. She went slack in his hold, and he moved her to the spray to rinse the soap from every single crevice of her body. When he stroked his fingers over her ass, down between the seam of her cheeks, again, she almost ended him by pushing back against his hand.

  Of all goddamn places to find my perfect sexual match.

  Keeping hold of her, he felt his heart give that knocking sensation, like someone set his insides off balance and his heart tried to right him.

  I have to keep her safe. Suddenly, hiding here on the island sounded like the worst possible idea. He had to get her as far from France as possible—and only putting an ocean between them and the country would please him.

  America, then. He’d return with her and hide her near the Church, but not so close that anyone would see them together.

  Pulling her into his arms again, he brushed his lips over her temple. Hell, his balls ached for yet another release. To think this all started with him in this very bathroom, jacking off to fantasies of her.

  None of it was enough. He needed more.

  He drew her from the shower and wrapped her in a towel. She sent him a small smile and gripped it around herself.

  “Why don’t you dry off and get dressed while I get us something to eat?”

  Despite all that took place between them, she didn’t display the shyness he expected. Instead, she gave him a long, appraising look. Damn, the woman’s confidence was sexy as hell.

  He watched her drag the terrycloth over her naked flesh for a moment before he realized he needed to actually leave the bathroom in order to procure food.

  A phone call later he had breakfast on the way, and he checked the door and window locks before drawing the covers up over the mattress in some semblance of order.

  Even with his world somewhat stable, he felt more out of sorts than ever. Even when the Church believed him a turned spy for the Russians, he’d remained calm, secure in his knowledge that he hadn’t committed any crimes against his people.

  The bathroom door opened, and steam rolled out. In the midst of this, Lillian stepped out, looking fresh and pink-cheeked. She’d ditched the white blouse—he’d never look at another simple white blouse the same way again—and wore a lightweight black sweater and jeans that showed off her lean hips.