Page 79 of Guardian Angel

“This is going to be over way too fast if you keep doing that,” I forced out.

Her mouth released me slowly, her teeth scraping over the skin of my shaft on her way.

I watched her rise to her knees and strip off her panties, my need for her becoming more overwhelming with every second. The fact that I had made it more than a month living under the same roof as this woman without touching her was a damn miracle.

“Can I touch you now?” I asked, begged really.

There was nothing innocent about the smile she gave me. The confidence and allure radiating off her was sexy as hell. I liked this version of her. It was worth the unease of letting her be in control.

“Not yet.” She scooted up until she was positioned over my swollen cock.

She ran my tip through her wetness, and I groaned again.

“Tease.”

Her laugh was light and musical, like the tinkling of bells. And then without warning, she sank down on my dick.

I arched, pressing my hips up into her.

She moaned and the sound nearly undid me.

“Touch me,” she whispered.

I didn’t need to be told twice. My hands found her hips, roaming up and down her back as she leaned forward and kissed my lips. We ground against each other while making out for a minute, gasping for breath in between kisses.

“Lean back,” I ordered her when we broke apart.

She sat up, her hands resting on my abs.

I smirked at her and shook my head. “Farther back. Put your hands on the bed behind you.”

I watched her lithe body arch back. She was the picture of seduction. Her eyes found mine again when she was propped on her hands. I held her gaze as I slid one hand from her hip to her clit. Her head dropped back and her hands fisted in the sheets as I rubbed her bud in tight circles. She moved her hips as she chased her pleasure. Shit, I wasn’t going to last long like this either. She felt too good. I moved my fingers faster and was rewarded by her moan.

“Yes. Oh fuck, Nate. Don’t stop.”

She was close, losing control and dropping any remaining inhibitions. She was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen—cheeks flushed, head thrown back in ecstasy. And she was mine.

“Nate. Yes, yes, yes.” She was on her elbows now, her arms no longer strong enough to hold her up as she gasped out her encouragements. She cried out my name again as her pussy squeezed my dick. I didn’t stop as she collapsed on her back, her body still trembling with aftershocks. It was growing painful to hold on and not let my own pleasure overtake me, to ignore the fire sweeping down my spine, but I wasn’t finished with her yet.

When I was sure I’d wrung every last bit of her orgasm from her, I offered her my hands and pulled her back up and then down to my chest. I held her close as I pumped into her, finally letting go and coming inside her.

Light exploded behind my eyes, and for a few endless seconds there was no world. There was nothing besides the woman in my arms and the pure euphoria flowing through my veins.

Every muscle in my body relaxed as I came down off the high. I pressed a kiss to Sierra’s temple. “You’re my everything,” I murmured against her hair.

She hummed and snuggled closer as I ran my fingers up and down her spine leisurely. I didn’t ever want to move again. I wanted to live in this moment forever.

Twenty-Four

Sierra

HavingJoriel and Samuel around was a strange adjustment. Somewhere along the way, Nate had stopped feeling so much like a bodyguard. Most of the time I could fool myself into believing he was only with me because he wanted to be and because I wanted him there. He’d become my best friend more than my guardian.

I didn’t have that kind of relationship with his brothers. They felt very much like guards when they came with me to work or church.

It was hard to believe it had been less than a week since they’d shown up on my doorstep.

At first I didn’t think that much would change. They’d somehow managed to get a lease on an apartment in my building. It was down the hall, which allowed for some semblance of privacy but kept them close. The morning after the nightclub, both of Nate’s brothers came with us to church, and I assumed the worst I’d have to deal with was extra security.