Guardian: A Salvation Society Novel by Stacie Santoro & Salvation Society

Author:Stacie Santoro & Salvation Society [Santoro, Stacie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Wild Thorns Press
Published: 2021-05-08T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Three

Aarabelle

My body trembled and relaxed at the same time at the contact. I was going to enjoy this because it was probably the last time I’d allow myself to feel it. When he pulled me from the assignment, he’d made it clear that he didn’t think I was good enough—for the job or for him. By not trusting me, he broke what we had been building.

I wanted to shift the conversation to the night before and I almost did. Until he spoke up.

“I would speak all my truths if I could. But I need . . ." He hesitated.

“What do you need?”

His other arm came across my collarbone and held me tighter. God, he was strong and hard. Everywhere.

“I need you to continue to give me the gift of your trust.”

I slid my open palms over his forearms. “Is that all?” I was practically panting. My mouth took over at each turn and derailed any other questions. I was angry and hurt and completely mesmerized.

Touching him felt too good, and I knew I should let go and not press my hips and ass into him slowly like I was or adding pressure before . . . adding a bit more. His breathing was labored, and the groan reverberated in his throat and shook his chest, urging me on. Heat didn’t spark within me, it raged.

“I—” He choked out the word more than spoke it.

It took effort I didn’t know I had to separate myself from the delicious feel of his arousal against my lower back and ass, but I managed to turn in his arms and look up at him. His eyes swirled in that silvery shade I had seen earlier, and I sucked in a sharp breath. He lowered his head and eyelids, trying to shield them from me.

“No.” I put my hands on his cheeks and lifted his head. “Don’t turn away from me.”

What I saw when he lifted his face gutted me. He looked pained . . . maybe even lost. And I knew I wanted to take that all away from him. Sure, he could deny me and that, along with being embarrassing, would be hurtful, but my body ached for him, and I knew in my soul I would never regret the risk.

“You are so beautiful, Aarabelle.”

Damn it.

My hands snaked around the back of his neck, fingers sinking into the hair at the nape of his neck, as his hands moved to my face and our lips crashed together. I released a moan as the taste of coffee and mint made me desperate for more. I wanted to go so deep that I tasted the man under that mixture. His scent of storm and earth and powerful male had me up on my toes needing, begging. He wanted to explore, but I wanted to own his mouth for the brief time I had him.

My whimper was met by a deep groan from him that sent shivers racing down my spine and straight between my thighs.

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