Page 16 of Her Remarkable Protector (Red Mark Rescue & Protect #6)

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CHASE

Is this really her? Am I really here with Honor Deveraux? The woman who unnerved me the moment I saw her photo. The woman I once planned to address as ‘Ms. Deveraux’ forever, keeping things strictly client-bodyguard.

Now my hand is removing her panties, taking my time to admire her folds, relishing in her scent. While I do so, her smooth, toned thighs cradle my head, her body heat rising to me. My tongue begins to trace circles around her clit.

“Yes. There,” she sighs.

They say every man has his own pet spots on a woman’s body. Mine? I never have it, until now. Her folds and the nub of her clit are capable of rendering a man hopeless. But it’s the apex of her thighs that undoes me. My every move, every friction it creates, cause her to respond. Desperate. Visceral.

Her fingers weave through my hair, toying with the strands before pressing against my scalp. “Chase.”

The call, along with the steady stream of her arousal, convince me that she’s mine. My Huckleberry. Even if only for now.

How did I get so damn lucky to be this close to her? Tasting her? Sure, maybe I’m just doing her a favor. She needs sleep, and once again, I’ve become her ‘when all else fails’ guy. But in the most honorable way. She wouldn’t have asked me on a whim. She wanted this—needed it—more than my desire to be something beyond just her bodyguard.

And as for Lady Huckleberry? She’s done keeping her distance. The only battle now is the one against her orgasm. The tentative move of her pelvis lays bare her struggle to decide whether to let go or to extend her pleasure.

“What do you want me to do, Honor?” I rasp.

“Keep going!” she demands, though her voice lacks the strength to match the authority she’s reaching for. Still, I don’t hesitate. That’s what a man does—he listens to his woman.

“Harder.” Her faltering whisper seems at odds with the urgency of her plea.

I spread her entrance wider with my tongue, dipping into her with more force.

Her toes curl underneath my bulge, as her writhing intensifies. Only then I realize how hard I am. Oh, how I want to ditch my shorts and slide my erection into her, pinning her down so she really feels me inside her.

“More!” she slips in another command like she’s afraid to lose momentum.

She’s in no shape to explain what she means by ‘more,’ and I’ve already been working my tongue off. But I have to make it happen somehow. Since my cock is off limits—it would’ve been too fast, too soon—I push a finger inside her. Fuck me. She’s so slick that I can’t resist adding another finger.

“Don’t stop, Chase. I swear, don’t stop or… or…”

It’s almost more than she can take, she can’t even finish a sentence. From this angle, her folds, her hips, her boobs, they’re like a trail of fire, like a path untrodden in the wilderness and I’m right in the middle of it.

She tenses abruptly, her hand on my shoulder. A silent call. I retract my tongue and fingers from her center, taking a moment to catch my own breath. As she relaxes, I seize the chance to plant kisses along the curves of her thighs, pausing at my favorite spots.

“What’s there?” she mutters.

“Shh. Just enjoy it.”

She does, though not for long. I sense her pelvis pressing against me. Ah, Lady Huckleberry has made her grand recovery and now graces us with her impatience. I won’t keep her waiting. I promptly return to her center, eagerly licking without pause. This time, I am determined to bring her to completion.

She arches her back. Her climax is unexpectedly serene, yet still breathtakingly beautiful.

Say my name, Honor.

Even in a whisper.

But she remains silent, emitting only a few gentle moans.

I brace myself as I reach out, my fingers just barely brushing her hand before I gently wipe the beads of sweat from her forehead. Her eyelids flutter, too heavy to fully open, her body melting into the kind of deep relaxation she’s clearly been craving. And just like that, she’s asleep. I’ve done it—exactly what she asked of me.

For a moment, I just stand there, taking it all in. I could stay here for hours, maybe until morning, maybe longer. Watching over her feels like the most natural thing in the world. But there’s a line I won’t cross, no matter how much I want to lean down and ravage those scorched lips, no matter how badly I wish I could be more than what she needs right now.

Instead, I carefully pull the covers up, making sure she’s warm and snug. I lower my voice to a whisper, leaning just close enough to speak without disturbing her. “Good night, Honor.”

With a quiet exhale, I turn and step out of the room, closing the door softly behind me. My erection gradually fades, but I still remember the feeling of it throbbing, craving her. Foregoing a release is never smart for me, but right now I don’t even feel the need to masturbate. Knowing she’s sleeping soundly because of me brings me more satisfaction than an orgasm. She’s really that special.