Protecting Shaylee (The Fae Guard Book 1) by Elle Christensen Read Free Book Online Page A

out and go around the car to her side. I gently lift her into my arms and carry her to the door. Heat surges through me when she snuggles up close, pressing her breasts into my chest. It’s been too long since I’ve been with a woman, but even as I tell myself that’s why my body’s response to her is so strong, I know that’s not the only reason. Nobody has ever turned me on like Shaylee. My dick is always half-cocked (pun not intended) and ready for action. I open the door to the room and walk to the bed. As I bend to lay her down, her arms tighten around me.
    “Don’t leave me, Aden,” her voice is a whisper, and I’m not sure whether she is fully awake and aware of what she is saying. “I missed you so much.”
    I feel a pang in my chest, regretting the way that I hurt her. I’m determined to make it up to her, to make her forget, and to only see the future we are going to have together. “I’m not going anywhere, baby,” I whisper back. She breathes a sigh of relief, and her grip on me lessens as she relaxes back into a deeper sleep. I leave her there for a moment to retrieve our bags, lock up the car, and finally, the hotel room door. At first, I grab her bag to find her a pair of pajamas, and then I think better of it and dig through my stuff to find her a t-shirt. The caveman inside me growls in satisfaction at the thought of her wearing my clothes. Being marked by my scent so that every male we come in contact with will have no doubt who she belongs to.
    I strip down to my black boxer briefs and take the shirt over to the bed. I take off her shoes and socks, tossing them in the direction of our luggage, and then I unzip her jeans, slowly sliding them down her endless legs. The site of her sexy, little, black panties have my, already active, libido jumping into overdrive. I close my eyes for a moment and reach for some control. When I open my eyes, I keep them north of that lace-covered nirvana. I slip my arm under her shoulders and quietly encourage her to sit up.
    “Come on, baby, sit up so I can get you dressed for bed.” She half opens her eyes and looks at me blearily. Her lids slide shut again, but she puts a little effort into lifting up and raising her arms so that I can tug her shirt off. What the fuck was I thinking? Her beautifully round tits are once again encased in a barely-there lace bra. Black this time, to match her panties . I give silent thanks that she isn’t awake enough to notice the tent in my underwear. I try to ignore the raging hard-on I’ve developed, knowing I won’t be getting any relief tonight. My right hand travels up her stomach and over her delicious tit and up to her shoulder. Okay, so I’m not above taking the opportunity to cop a feel when she isn’t awake enough to slap me.
    As my eyes travel over her, I notice she’s still got the Tinkerbell charm dangling in her perfect little belly button. I smile at the proof that she never really let go of the fairytales. She just didn’t know how fitting it truly was for her to choose a fairy. Moving her slightly forward, so my hand, on her back, can unhook her skimpy excuse for a bra. I know I’ve tortured myself to the limit, so I pull my t-shirt down over her head and shoulders before slipping her bra off. Once it’s gone, I pull her arms through the sleeves and lay her gently back down. She sighs and turns onto her stomach, sprawling out on the bed. My eyes travel down and that’s when I notice that the back of her panties are missing. A fucking thong. I roll my eyes to the ceiling in frustration.
    Grabbing her bra, I turn away to set it with her other clothes on a chair. As I put down the lace garment, a thought occurs to me. A woman doesn’t wear sexy lingerie unless her intention is to let someone see it. Jealousy rears its head and rage burns in my chest just thinking about another man seeing what’s mine. I didn’t think to ask if she had a boyfriend. Did you think she was just sitting around, pining for