Under the Alpha's Protection by Doris O'Connor

moves, designed to soothe rather than arouse, and Nikita drifted off again. Every time she stirred, Raoul was there, lulling her back to sleep, and when she finally woke up properly the sun was setting, and she was on her own in the huge bed.
    "Shit, shit, shit."
    She was gonna be late for work.
    Nikita threw the cover off and noted briefly that he'd changed them. There was no handy shirt for her to throw on this time, so she dashed to the en-suite, hastily used the toilet, and splashed water on her face to dispel the last remnants of sleep, and she then used one of the fluffy towels to wrap herself into.
    The post it note on the mirror made her smile, once she'd managed to squint at it long enough to decipher it.
    The toothbrush is new and just for you. Use it, squirt, and then come and find me. And stop panicking. I phoned your work and told them you’re not well, so you’re off the hook.
    Damn the blasted man! So much for him not interfer ing in her life outside of the bedroom. She had slept with him just once, technically speaking. She didn't think oral counted as full blown sex, but then what did she know? Not a lot, clearly.
    Her limbs still felt heavy, and there was a faint ache between her legs that made walking difficult, and her mind was filled with images of the deliciously wicked things he'd done to her. Nikita's stomach flip -flopped wildly at the mere thought of what else he might introduce her to. Her pussy clenched, and her breasts ached, imagining his large hands on her, his hypnotic voice whispering dirty things to her, and she grabbed the sink for support, as her wayward hormones betrayed her once more.
    You're annoyed with him, remember, girl. You do not want to fuck him.
    She shook her head and forced herself to use the toothbrush, before she went in search of him. She found him looking out onto the sculpted gardens surrounding the block of flats he lived in. The last rays of the sun bathed his form in an ethereal glow . It enhanced every contour of those broad shoulders, and her finger itched to trace the intricate tattoo gracing his biceps . Deliciously hairy in all the right places with his low slung jeans the only item of clothing hindering her impromptu ogling of the man candy session, Nikita could feel herself growing wet for him, and her anger disappeared.
    She took several steps toward him, and when he didn't stop her, she wrapped her arms around his waist, and pressed her body into his hot back. She had never noticed how incredibly warm he was before. It was almost as though he was running a fever, but he was altogether too virile and alive to be sick. In fact, she couldn't recall him ever having had a cold even.
    She used to tease him about that, saying he must be some sort of a mutant.
    "Hey, squirt." His deep voice, and the way he linked his hands with hers pulled her out of her musings. "I was beginning to think you would sleep through ‘til morning."
    He pulled her around until she was stood in front of him, and his pupils dilated when the towel slipped. She tried to make a dash for it, but he would not let go of her hands, so the blasted piece of material slid off her in slow motion, and pooled around her bare feet.
    "You're so beautiful, my sweet girl." He dipped his head and brushed his lips across hers in such a tender way that she couldn’t help but lean into him and open her mouth to his gently probing tongue.
    Unlike earlier this was a sweet and tender kiss, a meeting of souls as their tongues parried and thrust against each other. Their breaths mingled , and their hearts’ beats synchronized. Time stood still as Raoul made love to her mouth, and she loved him right back.
    When he finally pulled back they were both breathing heavily, and he rested his forehead against hers.
    "Whatever will I do with you, my sweet?"
     

Chapter Six
     
    The doorbell rang right on time, and Nikita rolled her eyes in amusement. Despite Raoul being out of town on business, her escort arrived without