Page 85 of The Bodyguard Situation

“No,” I say quickly, my cheeks heating at how eager the word escapes me. I swallow thickly, heart racing. “I just—I don’t know what to expect. No one’s ever … donethat.”

He presses a soft kiss against my thigh, his eyes holding mine, voice low and soothing as he says, “We’ll take it slow. If you’re not comfortable, just say the word.”

“Okay.” Warmth spreads through my chest, my breath steadying at his patient reassurance.

I trust Brody completely, and the care and respect in his eyes only deepen that trust.

A slow, devastating smile curves his mouth, and heat flares in his gaze. “I’ve waited a long time for this moment,” he admits, voice rich with emotion, kissing along my skin. “Can’t wait to taste you.”

I exhale shakily, tension giving way to pure anticipation, my body trembling as he parts my thighs wider. He lowers his mouth, eyes locked on to mine, and when his lips find me, they are soft and achingly gentle.

I let out a sigh, and the world melts away to nothing. He moves slowly at first, his lips exploring me with soft strokes. My breath catches in my throat, heat flaring through my body.

Brody grips my thighs firmly, holding me open as he sinks deeper into the embrace. His mouth moves over me with growing confidence, his tongue sliding through my folds, teasing and exploring every inch of me, desperate to memorize how I respond to his touch.

“Oh God,” I whisper, fingers tangling in his hair, hips arching involuntarily toward his mouth as the orgasm builds so damn quickly. The sensation is overwhelming as electric pleasure races up my spine. “Feels so good …”

He groans against my sensitive skin, the vibration making me shudder beneath him, breathless and helpless as he guides me toward a climax I’ve never reached before. My pulse races, pleasure building deep in my belly, threatening to spill over with every flick of his tongue, every deliberate swirl over that sensitive spot.

“Mmm. My new favorite flavor,” he murmurs hoarsely, pressing deeper kisses along my most intimate area. “Better than I ever imagined.”

I shiver as the sound of his voice, which is so damn full of desire, nearly pushes me over the edge. I lift my head, meeting his smoldering gaze as he continues his sweet torture. His eyes hold mine fiercely with possessive desire as he moves his tongue in slow, sensual strokes that send sparks through every nerve in my body.

“I’ve thought about this,” he whispers roughly. His growl vibrates with intense hunger, his breath hot against my skin. “Tasting you, making you mine … God, Harper, do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted you?”

“Tell me,” I say in a hushed tone.

“Years.”

His admission ignites a fire inside me, and I lose myself completely to him. The intimacy, the trust, the feeling of him worshipping me sends me spiraling higher, sensations overwhelming me until I’m panting, gasping his name, begging for release.

“Please, don’t stop. I’m so close …”

He slides a finger carefully inside me, moving and curling slowly, perfectly timed with each teasing stroke of his tongue. My body shudders, and my back arches off the floor. My legs tremble as I desperately race toward the edge.

“That’s it, Harp,” he encourages, his voice a low rasp against my heated flesh. “Let go for me.”

His voice, his touch, the relentless rhythm of his mouth send me falling over the ledge. The orgasm steals my breath away. Ecstasy explodes within me, hot and consuming. My cries echo through the cabin as wave after wave of pleasure washes over me, and my entire body trembles in his hold.

Brody guides me through every shudder, coaxing me back down from that dizzying peak. He presses kisses against my thighs, whispering praises against my skin until my heart finally slows, until I can breathe again.

I blink up at the ceiling, my vision blurry. I lift myself up on my elbows, staring at him.

“It’s never felt like that before,” I admit breathlessly, drunk off the intensity. “I didn’t know it could feel like that.”

He slowly moves up my body, eyes burning with possessive tenderness as he captures my mouth in a slow, deep kiss. I can taste myself on his lips, feel the strength and restraint in his muscles.

“This is just the beginning, Harper,” he whispers roughly against my lips, his voice filled with promise. “We have all night.”

“I hope we have forever,” I confess, running my fingers through his messy, dark hair.

“We do,” he confirms, kissing me again. “We fucking do.”

22

BRODY

Harper’s palms press into my chest, gentle but firm, guiding me onto my back against the welcoming warmth of the rug. My heart pounds like a drumbeat beneath her fingertips, each uneven thud echoing deep inside my chest, awakening places that have been dormant for far too long.

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