Page 13 of Her Protector on Route 14 (Love Along Route 14 #6)

Tanner groans and finishes stripping me.

He spreads my legs to kiss me again, cupping the back of my head.

I’ve managed to get his jeans undone and push them down with my feet as I pull him closer.

I want to feel every inch of him, to somehow convince him to stay right here, to make me his for as long as possible.

He kisses across my neck while I trace the dense muscle of his back. He’s entrancing, overwhelming, wonderful. I arch for him and feel his arm slide under my back, his hand spreading over my ass.

“I like how you touch me, how you kiss me, how good you make me feel,” I pant.

“So I’ll have to keep doing it,” he answers. “Every inch of you is beautiful, so soft, so ... wonderful.”

Every touch builds on the last, every kiss across my body is a promise of more pleasure to come. I want to rush him along and want to savor every second at the same time. It’s confusing and overwhelming.

“Tanner,” I pant as his fingers work between my legs, slowly spreading me open as his middle finger flicks over my clit. I arch so he can suck my nipple harder. I drag my nails down his back and shudder. “Wait.”

He immediately freezes and looks up at me. I lick over my bottom lip. “I want to be able to touch you too, while you touch me.”

Groaning, he kisses me, wraps his arm around me tighter, and hauls me onto his lap as he rolls to sit down. I push his boxers down and his cock pops up, rubbing against my belly. I pant between kisses as he works two fingers inside my pussy.

I use both hands on him, stroking him, exploring him with my fingers, circling the head of his cock with my thumb. He groans. “Add some spit to your fingers, Holly. Then keep stroking me just like that. It feels so good.”

Obeying is easy considering how much I want to please him. He keeps pumping his fingers inside me while squeezing my ass. I roll my hips to take his fingers deeper while I keep stroking him, trading kisses between my moans and pleas for more.

“Tanner, you’re so good at ...” I moan and hide my face in his neck. “So good at this!”

“ We ’re good at this,” he argues. “You’re driving me insane. A little faster. Match my pace.”

He changes the rhythm, fucking me faster with his fingers and I follow as best I can, my fingers tightening around him as I get closer and closer. When he pushes me over the edge, I gently bite his throat to muffle my moan.

He frees his fingers and I rest against him, swimming in my own bliss until I hear the foil wrapper crinkle and look down to see him rolling a condom on. He sucks his fingers clean while watching me, breathing hard.

“Do you want to ride me, Holly?” he asks.

I nod eagerly and welcome him to lift me up and guide me down his cock. My head falls back. He’s perfect. Thick and long, stretching me open so I feel him completely. His arms wrapped around me, leaning me back so he can lick and kiss my breasts while guiding my hips.

“That’s it. See what feels good, darling. Roll your hips, bounce, whatever you want,” he pants.

That’s exactly what I do. I ride him, chasing my own pleasure and welcoming his thrusts whenever I drop myself down on him. He lifts his mouth from my breasts to kiss me, then press his forehead against mine as we move together. It’s so natural, so right.

I spread my hands over his shoulders and push myself faster and harder, rolling my hips, savoring the sound of skin on skin and how our moans mix. “Tanner, I’m so close.”

His hands tighten on my hips and he takes over. Even though I’m on top, he’s the one setting the pace, he’s thrusting into me and bouncing me on him until I come again, surrendering entirely to him and the pleasure he gives me.

Tanner rolls us over and pounds into me harder and faster, moaning my name, telling me how good I feel, how much he likes me until he comes apart.

My heart threatens to burst out of my chest just to get closer to his.

He kisses me again and lays his head on my chest. “You’re wonderful, Holly. So damn good.”

“Good enough for a round two this time?” I tease.

He chuckles and nods, kissing me again before guiding me into the shower.

“Let me take care of you,” he murmurs, voice low and reverent.

Apparently, that means I’m not allowed to lift a finger.

Tanner washes me slowly, thoroughly—his hands gliding over every inch of my skin with purpose and patience.

He massages my scalp with gentle fingers, scrubs me clean like I’m something precious, and peppers my body with soft kisses and low praise that make my knees weak beneath the water.

By the time I finally convince him to let me return the favor, he’s already worshiped every part of me—and I’m aching to show him just how much that means.

Our second round starts with slick skin, steam curling around us, and his hands anchoring me to the wall. But it doesn’t stay gentle.

Tanner bends me forward, his chest against my back, and shows me exactly how good surrender can feel.

He touches me constantly, his voice in my ear, low and raw and full of devotion.

He tells me how beautiful I am, how good I feel, how much he wants me—and he listens when I fall apart beneath him, reminding me to breathe, to speak, to feel every second of it.

After another dizzying orgasm, he leans in, his breath hot against my cheek. “You okay?” he asks, a hint of laughter behind the concern.

I look back over my shoulder, smiling through the afterglow. “I’ve never been more okay in my life.”

He grins, laughs softly, then lifts me gently and carries me to the bed, water still glistening on our skin.

“I’d hope okay is an understatement,” he teases as he eases inside me again, deeper, slower now—but no less intense.

I nod, gasping. “Yes. So much more than okay.”

And when he starts to move again, steady and unrelenting, I try to find better words—until he steals them from my mind completely.

All that’s left is bliss. Only him. Only this.

A kind of pleasure that feels like home—like safety, like everything I never knew I could have, all wrapped up in the way Tanner loves me.