His to Protect: Book 1 in the Bound to Him Series by Sandra Antoni (the reading list TXT) 📗

“My god, Chelsea. You are so tight. I’m not going to make it much longer,” he seethed.

“Then don’t make it last longer. Fuck me, Zeke. Fuck my ass,” I hissed, wanting him to do just that.

His cock slid out and back in, as his fingers slid into my pussy. It was only moments before I exploded. Light flashed behind my eyes and I screamed as my orgasm tore through me. It felt like my body was being torn apart, but there was no pain. It was indescribably.

Zeke’s fingers dug into my hips as his cock pumped in and out of my ass, faster and faster. His hips slammed against my ass until I felt him go rigid, and he grunted as his seed filled me, coating me inside and lubricating me even more as he thrust a few more times. Then he stilled.

His hands were suddenly gentle as they roamed over my back and hips. That had been incredible. No, incredible wasn’t enough to describe it. I wasn’t capable of coherent thought. I felt him pull out of me, and then he collapsed next to me on the bed, but I was too relaxed to move. Together we both sighed as we fell against the pillows.

I had never experienced anything like that before, and I wasn’t sure what I should say. But for some reason, it seemed no words were necessary. We were both panting hard, and I could feel my heart racing in my chest.

Zeke gathered me in his arms and held me tightly. I had never felt more cherished than in this moment. It had not been a lie when I told Jessica that I was falling for him, except that maybe, I already had.

“What are you thinking about?” he whispered just above my ear. Of course, I had to say exactly what was on my mind.

“Us,” I replied, then I winced. Why did I always have to be so blatantly honest?

“Well, that’s what I was thinking about too,” he surprised me by saying. My arm was draped over his chest, but I pushed up so that I was looking down at him.

“Really?” I asked him in surprise, suddenly feeling very vulnerable.

His hand reached up and pushed my hair behind my ear. Then he gently rested it against my cheek. I closed my eyes and leaned into his touch.

“Chelsea, I already know enough about you to know that I care for you. You are special. And if these two weeks are all the time that I get with you, then I’m glad we have this time together,” he said softly, and for some reason, moisture filled my eyes.

I wasn’t sure why. Maybe it was his tenderness, or maybe it was the obvious affection that I could see on his face. He made me feel special. He made me feel more than I had ever felt before. He made me want more, and that scared me.

I tried to reign in my emotions, but a tear managed to slip down my cheek. Before I knew what was happening, I was on my back again and Zeke was leaning over me, gently wiping away the tear.

“Chelsea, you are so beautiful,” he whispered, and then he kissed me.

It wasn’t like the kisses from earlier. It was a gentle and tender kiss. Enough to make me feel cherished and safe. It was enough to make my heart melt, and it was enough to make me realize that I would be lost without him.

When I woke the next morning, I saw that the bed beside me was empty. I reached for Zeke’s pillow and buried my face in it, breathing in his masculine scent that always seemed to ground me. We had stayed up late last night just talking. Both of us naked and limbs tangled together, we had just talked.

That was definitely something that I had never experienced before. Guys who I had dated in the past had been interested in having sex and then they were snoring a few minutes later. But Zeke was definitely not like any of the guys whom I had dated before.

When I heard the bedroom door open, I turned my head and saw Zeke walking towards the bed with two plates in his hands.

“I promised you breakfast, and I always keep my promises,” he said with that adorable grin. I smiled up at him and he sat down on the edge of the bed.

He waited for me to sit up against the headboard, and then he handed me a plate. It didn’t even bother me that the sheet had fallen down, and I was sitting with my breasts completely exposed to him. I was no longer shy with him, especially considering what we had just done last night. He knew my body inside and out.

“I’m not necessarily the best cook, but I make a decent omelet,” he said, and I grinned up at him.

“Well, I like to cook, so if you are willing to try some of my cooking, I’d be glad to cook something sometime,” I told him, and his eyebrows lifted in appreciation.

“That is definitely an offer that I would be happy to take you up on. I have a housekeeper that comes in twice a week, and she usually cooks dinner on those nights. But the rest of the days of the week I live like a bachelor,” he said with an eyeroll for dramatic effect. It made me laugh.

Looking down at the food on my plate, I realized that he had been paying attention at breakfast the previous morning at the café when I ordered my omelet. He had used all the same ingredients.

It had only been three days with Zeke, but he already had me feeling spoiled. He sat down on the edge of the bed so that he was facing me, and we both started in on our food. I had not even realized how hungry I was until I