He straightened us without breaking the kiss and went for the buttons on my shirt. As much as I wanted to have sex with him—and I really wanted to have sex with him—this was happening way too fast.
I flattened my hands on his chest and pushed him back enough for me to catch my breath. “Jesus Jiminy, man. Slow down. What’s got you so…so…”
“Horny,” he answered and took a step toward me. A smile slowly tipped his lips. “All this battling with first years has me worked up. It’s got to be affecting you too. I can smell it.”
“Eww, dude. Gross.”
He laughed low, the sound rumbling from his chest and settling into the air between us. “I smell the scent of your call, Reed. Just like the first day we met. It’s like a drug in my system.”
“It is?” That was news.
He took another step and stretched out his hand. “Absolutely. Now, let’s stop fooling around and start fooling around.”
I wished I didn’t love how dominant he got when we were together. The power. The control. He loomed over me, his broad shoulders and all that muscle dwarfing me even though I was only half a foot shorter. I held my ground as he invaded my personal space, a wicked glimmer in his ever-darkening gaze.
“Rob, I—” was all I got out before he pounced and scooped me into his arms. I screamed out a giggle in surprise and did a pretty shoddy job of fighting off the big bad wolf. Why bother? The way he looked at me, coupled with the heat from his kiss, had me buzzed and ready for a little horizontal action. I wrapped my arms around his neck and watched him as he walked us to the bed. When he unceremoniously dropped me onto the mattress, I screamed again.
I screamed a third time when he launched into the air and landed right on top of me, catching himself with his elbows before crushing me. The impact still sent the air whistling from my lungs. I gasped to refill them.
“Take your breath away, do I?” He rubbed his nose along my jaw.
“Why are you talking like Yoda?” I shifted to keep him in my sights, not trusting this weirdly aggressive mood he was in. I mean, I fully trusted him, the guy. What I didn’t trust was the part of him making all the decisions at the moment. That part of him pressed firmly against my hip, straining against the zipper of his slacks, and had him acting like a man desperate for a little downstairs action. Granted, my downstairs heated in agreement, but that didn’t mean we had to race to the finish line.
“Love you, I do.” He kissed the tip of my nose. “And protect you, I will.” His smile wilted as he pulled back and stared into my eyes for a beat too long. “I mean it, Katy Reed. I love you and will protect you at any cost. At all cost.”
Joy surged through my core, blooming in my midsection, and rushing to my tingling lady bits. Those words. That look. It was all too much. An energy welled up inside me and exploded just under my skin, blasting me with so much emotion, I sucked in a breath. His lips found mine. Passion, always so intense between us, built fast, fueling our movement.
I ripped at his shirt, relishing the sound of the fabric tearing. He did the same to my clothes. Soon, both our outfits were in pieces and strung all over the room. His fingers snaked through my hair, and he made a fist, trapping me in his hold and kissing me hard, sucking on my tongue.
I panted with desire. I wanted him more than I wanted my next breath, and I really liked to breathe. I tried to roll up, position him between my legs, but moving him was like moving a mountain. He took his time exploring my mouth with his, exploring my body with his free hand, and driving me so wild by the time he allowed me up for air, I couldn’t breathe.
“I love you,” he repeated as he covered my body with his, easing his hard cock past my entrance. Just the tip.
“H-how much do you love me?” I bit my bottom lip to stop myself from crying out over the vibrations attacking me from the inside out.
“This much.” He thrust deep, burying his flesh into mine.
“Oh!” I arched my back from the quick invasion now stretching me to the hilt. “T-that much?”
“And this much.” He withdrew and slammed our hips together again. I dug my nails into his shoulders. “Ah, Jesus. Yes.”
I knew he liked it when I turned him into a pincushion during sex and dragged my nails up and down his back.
“Keep doing that. Shit, Reed.” He pumped hard, driving into me over and over, building my orgasm so fast, I barely had time to brace myself before it crashed into me.
“Rob!” I cried out and clamped down, my nails finding purchase on his shoulders once again. There was so much pleasure rushing through me, I couldn’t make sense of it all. My bones shattered, I was sure of it, as the room tilted.
He growled in his release, driving his flesh in and out of me until he finally slowed and rested his forehead to mine. Our breath mixed as we kissed slowly, tenderly, taking our time enjoying the afterglow.
He rolled to my side and slowly trailed the back of his hand down my rib cage. I jerked away and snorted, drawing a handsome grin that melted my heart. “Tell me something about yourself, something you haven’t told anyone else.”
“Is this a way for you to have a one-up on the guys or something?” I’d have nothing to do with something that could drive a wedge between them.
His grin
