Protecting Cheyenne (SEAL of Protection Book 5) by Susan Stoker Page B

and arched into his touch, pushing herself closer to him. “Fuck. Beautiful.” Dude leaned down and sucked Cheyenne into his mouth hard. Just as he’d done with the kiss, he didn’t start out slow. He sucked hard and used his teeth to pull on her nipple and elongate it further. Dude felt her arms jerk against his hold as she squirmed against him.
    He let go of her nipple with a pop and looked down. If they hadn’t been wearing clothes, Dude knew he would’ve been inside her. They were pressed together intimately and he could swear he could feel Cheyenne’s heat through both their clothes.
    As his thumbnail continued to flick over her nipple, Dude leaned in and whispered in her ear, “Oh yeah, that thong is soaked, isn’t it, Shy? I’d love to brush it up against my cheek now that you’ve been wearing it. I imagined what it’d feel like, what it’d smell like as I pulled it out of your drawer, but I’ll kill to have my hands on it now.” Dude heard Cheyenne whimper, and she tilted her neck to the side, inviting him to play.
    He sucked her earlobe into his mouth and bit down. Then Dude moved to her neck. Not caring, he began marking her where everyone would be able to see it. Purposely choosing a place where his mark couldn’t be hidden, he sucked Cheyenne’s skin into his mouth.
    “Are y-y-you giving me a hickey?” Cheyenne stuttered, not fighting him, but tilting her head giving Dude more room to work. “What are we, fifteen?”
    Waiting until he’d sufficiently bruised her neck with his mouth, Dude finally lifted his head to check his handiwork. “Hell yeah I’m marking you. I want you to think about my mouth on you, my fingers on your nipple, and your legs squeezing me tight every time you look in the mirror, Shy.”
    Watching as his fingers plucked at her erect nipple Dude repeated, enunciating each word clearly, “This is not a one night stand. I don’t think I’ll get ever get enough of you.”
    Finally, with regret, Dude knew he had to stop or else he wouldn’t stop. He leaned down and gave her nipple one last long lick, loving how hard she was for him. He licked his way over to her cleavage and tasted her between her breasts one more time. He reluctantly tweaked her nipple one last time with his thumbnail and eased the cup of her bra back over so it covered her breast once more. He leaned in and took her mouth with his again. His left hand shifted so it was up at the back of her neck.
    Dude eased back so the only places they were touching were his hand holding her wrists at the small of her back and his other hand on her neck. He waited patiently, with a wide smile on his face, for Cheyenne to open her eyes.
    When she finally pried her eyelids up, he was right there, watching as she blushed a fiery red. “You’re delicious, Shy. I’m sorry you were caught up in that situation yesterday, but I’m not sorry we met. If that was the only way you could come into my life, then I’m glad you were there. I’m a selfish asshole, but that’s how I feel.”
    Dude waited, when Cheyenne didn’t say anything, but continued to look up at him calmly, he continued. “I like you, Cheyenne. I think you’re amazing. I’m a demanding son of a bitch in the bedroom, but if this interlude was any indication, we’re going to get along just fine.”
    Cheyenne struggled for the first time, realizing just how much Faulkner had bossed her around. When he didn’t let go of her she belatedly glared at him. Her glare obviously had no effect, because he just laughed and held on to her wrists tighter.
    “I loved feeling you next to me. I loved feeling you flex against me. If at any time you honestly don’t like what we’re doing, just tell me. I swear I’ll hear you, Shy. Okay?”
    “Okay,” Cheyenne agreed immediately. Faulkner hadn’t done anything she didn’t like so far. It might not be very women’s lib of her, but she loved not having to think about anything but enjoying the feelings Faulkner was