Chapters (26)
- Table of Contents
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Epilogue
- Guarding Gwen
- A Note From the Author
- About The Author
- Her Other Works
Oh, fuck. She tugged at the top of his jogging pants. He wasn’t wearing underwear, and when she tugged the pants down, his eager cock sprang toward her. Her touch was like silk against him as she stroked him from root to tip, again and again. He figured she wanted to drive him absolutely out of his frigging mind. Good. Because she was succeeding.
She put her mouth on him. Those red lips. That soft tongue. She took his cock into her mouth, and Eric knew he was a goner. Lost. His hips arched against her, and he kissed his control good-bye.
He wanted her too much, and her mouth felt like the best paradise in the world. But he was about to come, and he damn well wanted her to come with him.
He pulled her up.
“Eric!”
He lifted her easily, holding her hips so that she straddled him. With one long, deep thrust, his cock pushed into her core—wet, tight, hot.
Perfect.
Her head tipped back. Her thighs squeezed his hips.
Using his hold on her, Eric raised her up and brought her down, over and over, sliding balls deep and retreating. Then his right hand moved to stroke her clit. He watched her because she was such a thing of beauty when she came. The most gorgeous woman he’d ever seen as—
“Eric!”
He was such a goner. He rolled her beneath him. Grabbed her legs, draped them over his shoulder, and pounded into her. Control was history. There was only her. The hot grip of her body and the sweet sound of her moans. The softness of her skin.
He erupted into her, coming on a wave of pleasure that wiped him out. Gutted him. And he held her close. He kissed her. Kept thrusting. Kept wanting and wanting even as he came. Kept wanting…her.
As he always had.
As he always would.
And after, he slowly lowered her legs. His fingers slid along her ankle, and he pressed a soft kiss to her sexy little half moon tat.
***
Piper cracked open one eyelid. “You’re carrying me.”
“Because you’re out cold.”
“No.” A yawn. “I’m awake.”
He just tightened his hold on her. He was carrying her up the stairs. That was all strong and romantic and sexy. She snuggled a little closer to him. “You make me feel safe.”
True.
“And you make me feel complete,” Eric told her in his low, deep voice.
His words caught her by surprise. Wait, had he really said that? She was in a heavy sleep fog and—
“Relax, Piper. I’ve got you.”
They were at the top of the stairs. He turned and took her into his room. Put her carefully down on the bed and eased her beneath the covers.