Page 85 of Guarded Deputy

“Are you sure?” He tilts his head to look at me.

“Positive,” I whisper, brushing my hand through his hair.

“You make me crazy.”

“Good crazy?” I tilt my head.

“Amazing crazy. The kind where I never want to be sane again.” He takes my lower lip between his teeth and tugs.

I moan in surprise, pulling his hair.

“You like that.” It’s a statement, eyes alight with mischief.

“Seems like it.” I lift a brow.

“I just want you to know that this means something to me.”

“Me too,” I whisper, leaning into him.

He doesn’t hesitate to take my lips this time, our mouths fusing as if we were finally put back together and made whole. My heart lurches and drops, the sensation of being on a roller coaster taking over. It’s exciting and scary and needy. I need him. I need his kiss, his touch, his masculine scent. I need his smile and laughter.

His lips kiss down my neck and along my shoulder. I shiver at the ticklish feel of his beard. When his teeth bite my skin, my core clenches and my entire body heats.

“Bedroom.” His gruff voice vibrates against my neck, and I nod in a desire-laden daze.

He stands with me still on his lap, my legs clutching on at his waist. His lips kiss every part of my neck and chest he can reach as we make our way to the room. Every tiny part of my body is pulsing with anticipation.

His erection moves against my core as he walks, and I moan. I’m so sensitive, so ready for him. When Nate opens my bedroom door, he pauses and brushes away my stubborn hair from my face. There’s a moment of silence, a quiet, intimate energy that passes between us as our eyes catch.

He walks to the edge of my bed and pauses, looking at the clothes I didn’t put away this morning. He pushes all the clothes off my bed before laying me down.

“You already know laundry isn’t my strong suit.”

“Not a deal breaker for me.” He chuckles, settling over me.

His body is like a weighted blanket that I never want to strip off. His fingers lace with my hand, and he moves it over my head on the bed, keeping our fingers intertwined as his lips crash against mine in a consuming kiss that makes me dizzy.

“I can’t wait. I need all of you. To taste you.”

I whimper and arch my back, squeeze his fingers tighter in my hand, and wrap my legs around his waist.

“You’re needy. Don’t worry. I’ll make sure you feel completely satisfied.”

Nate’s lips pepper my jaw and neck, down to my chest. Instead of removing my shirt, he kisses over the fabric, a sensation of forbidden desire as he sucks my nipple through it.

He continues his descent, and with his teeth, tugs my T-shirt up my stomach. When he can’t move it any farther, he uses his hand, holding my waist and sliding the material up. My body tenses and wiggles beneath him. His lips, teeth, and beard create this swirl of sensations that make me crazy with a hunger only he can satisfy.

“I love how sensitive you are.”

“You’re making me mad.”

“Mad like Mad Hatter, or mad like Hulk?”

Laughter bubbles out of me. “You can’t make jokes like that right now.”

“I’m sorry?” He glances up at me.

“You’re not.”