Page 11 of Tice’s Kind of Trouble (Obsessive Protectors #2)

ELEVEN

Tice

Bethany’s orgasm didn’t just destroy her—it shredded everything I ever knew.

It wasn’t supposed to be like this. Somehow, things got fast-forwarded. I planned on taking it easy with Bethany. Letting her relax.

Swim in the pool. Share a first kiss.

Okay… maybe kiss the hell out of each other.

But this is a dream come true I didn’t even let myself have before today.

It takes every ounce of willpower not to throw Bethany onto the bed.

No. I won’t do that. I’m not a total beast.

But after I toss our belongings on the floor, I do allow myself to climb right into the center of the king-size bed with her.

My need issues from my chest in a deep growl as I press her flat beneath me.

“Baby…” I swallow, fighting the swell of possession and lust twisting my spine. “I want inside you. To feel every inch of you. You ready for that?”

Stroking my cheek, her bright gaze holds mine. “I want to know it all, Tice. Teach me everything.”

Christ.

I drop my forehead to hers, breathing raggedly against her mouth. “I’m trying to go slow. But dammit, you’re driving me wild…”

“Do what feels good for you,” she whispers against my lips, then kisses me in the shy way she does. Little tastes, exploring, her fingers moving to bite into my shoulders as she clings to me.

“What feels good for me, baby, is knowing you’re happy.”

Tears slip from the corners of her eyes, down her cheeks, where I catch them with kisses.

“That’s all that matters.”

“I’m scared, Tice,” she whispers as I bury my face into her hair. Her words make me rear back, eyes burning a second ago, now filled with icy shards.

“What’s wrong? Please tell me I didn’t scare you or hurt you. I’ll hate myself forever if I did.”

She shakes her head, a shy smile on her lips. “No, that was incredible. You didn’t hurt me. I just… I can’t believe I fell in love with you the moment I saw you. Is that real ?”

When I bury my face into the crook of her neck, my breath sawing in and out, prayers of thanks spill from me. She wraps her arms tighter and tighter around me.

Making my heart cave in from so much overwhelming heat.

“It’s real, Bethany. I didn’t know it could happen either, but I’ve known you were mine for months. Seeing you this morning was like watching sunrise. And when I’m inside you, it’ll be like the key fitting into the lock it was made for.”

I can’t stop myself from moving in, dropping my mouth over hers—hungry, desperate to take and take every bit of sunshine I can from this beautiful, sweet girl.

Air to my lungs.

Heat to my heart.

Joy to my darkness.

Bethany. Only Bethany.

This time, her kiss isn’t shy. It matches mine perfectly. Opening wider, her body rising and melting, her legs wrapping around my thighs, restless.

A heavy pulse throbs in my cock as I press it between us. “Feel what you do to me?”

“I love that I make you crazy.”

A devilish grin tugs at my lips. “Honey, I’m holding back. Once you get to know me, I’ll really show you what you do to me. It won’t be easy. It won’t be slow. You’ll wear my marks, and you will feel me for days in all your soft places.”

A delicate moan rises in her throat as she arches her neck for me. “That makes me so hot. I’m pulsing inside.”

I bite her neck like a starving man, tasting her racing pulse, groaning into the velvet skin beneath her ear.

Get yourself under control, man. She’s a virgin. You can’t be an animal. Not yet.

She looks up at me, cheeks flushed, trust in the way she stares at me. I pause, just taking her in—the way her hair fans over my pillow, the soft hitch in her breath when my thumb grazes her jaw.

Bethany’s wild for me, and it makes me glow in a deep place that’s never seen light.

“God, I’m glad you’re here.”

The bedroom smells different. Her shampoo, maybe. Wildflowers, something I can’t name but crave like oxygen surrounds me. Even the walls feel closer, holding us in, letting the outside world vanish.

I trail kisses down her throat again, my body braced above hers, feeling the shiver that runs through her.

I want to memorize every sound, every sigh, every bit of wonder in her eyes.

“You make this place real, angel. First time this room’s felt like anything but empty.”

She laughs. It’s a beautiful, soft, honest sound. With a smile, she tugs me down for a kiss.

“Maybe you just needed the right reason to settle in.”

“I think you’re right.”

“I’ve seen your house, now let me see you , Tice.”

Her hands tremble as she explores me, learning every scar, every hard line. I move slow, letting her see there’s no rush—only this.

My mouth finds her breast, teasing her until her breath comes in gasps.

The moment feels stolen. Like it can’t really be mine.

But she is. She wants this.

Everywhere I touch, she opens for me. Her trust so raw I could drown in it. I murmur against her skin,

“I want you to remember this—the way it feels, the way you make me feel. I want you to know you’re safe here. With me.”

The shadows grow softer. The air turns gentle. There’s a kind of magic in the air.

I touch her heated, wet sex—slow and careful—watching her pleasure. Her body welcomes me, sweet and hot all over again.

We’re both silent as I move her hand to my cock, letting the weight of my erection spear out from my hips between us.

Bethany’s expression delights the hell out of me. Happiness.

“You’re beautiful,” she says in a throaty whisper.

“I’m yours.”

“Come here, Tice.” She crooks a finger, and I shift forward, my heart reaching for hers.

When I press inside, my jaw locks, my vision falters. God. She’s perfect.

I go slow. Gentler than I’ve ever been, as the world narrows to the softness of her, the scent of her, the new home we’re making with every movement. Each breath we share.

“So good, baby. Feel how you lock around me.”

“Yes,” she breathes, her mouth open on a soft moan. “I do.”

There’s her resistance—the thin barrier deep inside—and it’s mine to claim.

There’s a pressure inside me that has nothing to do with lust. This is bigger. Consuming. Possession.

Bethany is mine.

My lungs labor as my body fills with tension. The need to drive in hard, to conquer, claws at me.

“Gonna hurt, sweetheart. But I promise to make you feel really good. I’ll go as slow as you need.”

She nods, arms tight around my neck. “Take me, Tice. Give me all of you.”

I nearly cry. Fucking cry. God. What did I do right in this life?

With a controlled but hard thrust, I break through, holding her against me as she gasps, her fingers biting into my sides.

“Breathe, baby. That’s it. Let me deep.” I exhale a ragged moan. “I’ve got you. You’re safe.”

When I roll my hips this time, she whispers my name. Her legs slide up, wrapping instinctively around my hips.

As if we are lock and key, I notch inside.

All of me.

Oh God.

“Bethany,” I rasp. “I knew it. Knew you were fucking perfect for me. Now you’re mine. Never letting you go.”

She nudges me closer with her heels, pulling me deeper, her breathing changing, her nipples abrading my chest with every slow stroke in and out.

“I feel so full.”

I move slow until her eyes go wide with wonder, her hips rising to meet me, her sighs turning to hungry moans.

“Break with me, beautiful. Take this heart over. Make me feel this every day.”

When we come together, it’s an earthquake—deep, unstoppable. We won’t walk out of this room the same people we were.

It feels like coming home after a lifetime of being lost.