The St Patrick Series Book #1: The St Patrick Bride

Chapter fifteen: Protocols

Courtney's POV
It's impossible to think when we are like this. When we are lip locked in deep embrace, we feel not just the perfect harmony shared between our lips but also something much deeper. Something that needs to be said. With his hands squeezing each side of my bottom, he drew me closer guiding me to grind against his boner. His lips quivered at the contact. Some water spilled out of the tub. I gripped the sides sliding against his length aiming to please him in the best way possible without going any further than we already have.

"Chris!" My head fell back when his hot mouth firmly anchored around my nipple. This is a first... No more kisses over or fondling over clothing. We are both naked. I suppose tonight I'll feel more than his fingers. I don't wish to lose my innocence tonight but I may as well trust him to take charge of where the night is going.

He squeezed my bottle m even more firmly when I slid a little more firmly over his hardened member. He suckled even more hungrily. His fingers grazed my back moving to nestle my long hair. He pulled it back causing my chest to rise higher for him. His lips left one tender nipple for another. He lifted me slightly by raising his thighs. He slipped his hand between me. He adjusted his boner. He's putting it in place to be inside me.

I pulled away from him suddenly pushing back to the other end of the tub with wife eyes.

"Don't run from it." He followed me denying all the freedom I had when I was on top. He caged me in firm embrace while settling between my legs. "Let me love you."

"I'm not ready." I wrapped my fingers around it just when the tip touched my entrance. "Let's just take it slow."

He sighed quietly. His eyes didn't part from mine just like I didn't let go of it until the darkness in his eyes faded.

"Okay. Go on to bed. I'll take a cold shower."

He helped me out of the tub. I made my way to the loft bedroom open to the living area below. I picked up a towel to dry myself. Why am I scared of getting past kissing and touching to the real deal? Why?

It took Chris a moment to join me. "I'll sleep on the couch."

"Why?"

"Because we won't have sex tonight. Isn't that why you brought me up here? You said we should do something tonight. It was sex, right?"

"Partly... It's not necessary Court. I don't need to have sex with you for you to sleep in my bed. Don't be silly. Come on." He pulled the covers aside. "I won't touch you unless you want me to."

"Thanks for understanding." I crawled into the bed. He slept on the other side with his arms folded behind his head. I took in every muscle of his body from his biceps down to the defined V where he carries so much need to be pleased. My fingers traced all six of his abs to the scar in the middle of his chest. I propped myself up on my elbow to study it. "What is this? What happened to you?"

"I got shot." He answered.

"When?"

"During deployment." I sat up entirely choosing to straddle him. "Court, you're making abstinence harder."

"Weren't you wearing a vest?"

He held my waist with both hands as he sat up too. "We rescued a family from a warlord. His own family that is. I gave my vest to his pregnant wife."

"You're a hero Christopher!" I couldn't help but reward him for it by kissing him. It's things like this that make me love this man. He has character! "I'm so happy you're okay."

"It freaked out my mom. She told the Major to pull me out of duty. I ended up at the base behind a desk and a pile of paperwork that grows more than it recedes." He chuckled. "It's so frustrating!"