“You were in your own head. I needed to bring you out.”
“But you do that thing . . . with my hand.” She rather liked when he did that.
“I wanted to try something else. You were owed a small punishment for not doing what you were told. It killed two birds with one stone. Now, are you going to do as you were told? Or are we stopping and going to sleep?”
He waited. He wondered if she might tell him to get fucked, well this was Georgie, so she’d likely say get fudged, and then attempt to storm off.
Attempt to, because he wasn’t about to let her go. To leave him.
Christ. He was starting to realize he was just as insane as the rest of the people in this town. He might try to be the voice of reason. To keep the law. But when it came to his girl, he wasn’t thinking like the sheriff.
Nope, he was all man.
Insanely possessive, extremely jealous, over-the-top protective.
She was his.
She’d stay his.
He didn’t intend to let her go. Or to allow anyone to take her from him. And if they tried . . .
He would destroy anyone who got between him and his girl.
Yep, just as insane as the rest of them. And the sad fact was, he didn’t much care.
There was nothing more important than keeping his girl safe. No matter what he had to do to achieve that.
Satisfaction filled him as she lay down and slipped off the boxers. Then she grasped hold of the headboard and slowly parted her legs. He bet if he turned on a light that she’d be blushing. He’d allow her to hide for tonight.
But that was soon going to change. He was going to know everything. His patience only went so far. She was his and that meant that he would know her as well as he did himself.
Starting with her body.
Fuck, she was delicious. He started at her lips. Kissed his way along her jaw, down her neck. Then he licked her nipples, sucking on them until they were hard peaks. As he moved down her body, he lavished her with praise. And he knew she was soaking it up. Her body was relaxing. She didn’t make any noise, though. Was that something she thought he wanted? Her silence?
Moving down her stomach, he ran his tongue along her scar. She let out a gasp.
A smile crossed his lips, satisfaction filling him. Better. Much better. He was going to have her screaming by the time he was finished with her. As he grew closer to her pussy, he could smell her.
Fuck, the scent of her need could become addictive.
It had taken all the control he had not to lose it when she talked about some other bastard touching her. It made him a complete hypocrite since he wasn’t exactly a virgin. Still, he didn’t like to think of anyone having his Georgie-girl before him.
She. Was. His.
But he’d known she needed to get it out. And he had to give her what she required. A need that was impossible to ignore now that he’d claimed her.
Now, he just had to get her to recognize his claim.
He licked along her stomach. His tongue moved in an M then an I followed by an N then lastly an E.
MINE.
A small whimper came from her mouth. Progress. Up until now, she’d been pretty silent.
Shifting himself, he knelt between her legs.
“You don’t have to stay quiet,” he told her as he ran his hands up the inside of her thighs then back down, teasing her, getting closer and closer to her pussy. It had to be killing her, yet she still remained quiet.