Page 86 of The Bodyguard Situation

She hovers above me, her hair cascading down her bare shoulders, eyes luminous and locked on to mine. In that silent moment, vulnerability pulses between us. It’s a language that I haven’t allowed myself to speak in so long that I nearly choke on the intensity of this. My defenses are stripped away, and Harper leaves me with nothing but raw need for her. It’s an aching, primal, and I need her more than I need air.

Slowly, she sinks down onto me, inch by torturous inch, and she takes control until all of me is buried deep inside her. She doesn’t move, allowing her body to adjust to me. The sensation of being with her like this is nearly blinding. A sharp breath tears from my chest as pleasure and emotion intertwine, blending into a single feeling that nearly undoes me.

Harper moves slowly at first, her hips rolling delicately. My fingers grip her hips, enjoying how she perfectly fits me, as if she were shaped for me alone.

My throat tightens. I’m overwhelmed by how long it’s been since I allowed myself to feel anything even remotely close to this. But even now, it’s deeper, more intense than anything I’ve ever experienced. With Harper, it’s not just physical in how our bodies connect, but emotional, almost spiritual. I want to worship her as I get lost in her gaze. She sees every scar I carry, but she still looks at me like I’m something precious, like I’m something worth protecting, something she wants.

My breath hitches as she slides up and down me; every shift of her body rips control from my grasp. Pleasure builds uncontrollably, but I fight it back, desperate to savor every second with her. This is the first time of many, and it’s something I never want to forget.

“Harp,” I rasp, my voice hoarse. The rough edges of my buried emotions scratch my throat, and I can’t put into words how fucking good this feels to finally cross the line we’ve been teetering on for years. My fingers guide up her body, so fucking desperate to memorize the silkiness of her skin, the curve of her waist, and the heat radiating between us.

She leans forward, her lips ghosting over mine, her breath trembling against my mouth. “I belong to you, Brody.”

The confession rips through me, powerful enough to shatter any lingering barriers I foolishly believed I could keep. I place a hand around the back of her neck, guiding her lips down to mine, desperate to kiss her—to imprint myself into her, to promise without words everything I feel but can’t articulate. She’s stolen my heart.

I cup her face, meeting her eyes with intensity. “I’m yours too,” I confirm, admitting a truth I’ve held on to for far too long. “For as long as you want.”

Her eyes glisten, filled with wonder, trust, and something deeper, something unspoken that grips my heart so tightly that it’s almost painful. Forever.

Her hips begin moving again, finding a rhythm that destroys any rational thoughts I had. I groan out, gripping her tighter, losing myself in the intoxicating trust she’s always reserved for me.

I’m so far gone, every wall I’ve built collapsing beneath the weight of what she makes me feel. It’s terrifying, exhilarating, and undeniable. I’ve guarded myself for years, denied myself even the hope of feeling like this again. But right now, with Harper, every fear fades into insignificance, drowned beneath this intimacy.

My fingers trace over her skin, and I commit every curve, every breathless whimper to memory. Her soft gasps and moans surround me, drawing me deeper into her depths. I’m drowning in her, in every stroke of our bodies. The way she makes me feel only reinforces the unspoken truths that are screaming in my head. I need her. Not just for tonight, but until my last breath. Harper is my person, my other half, and it scares the fuck out of me. It always has. But I’m willing to accept it now.

I let go completely, fully surrendering to this gorgeous woman, to the wild beauty of this moment, to a future I stopped believing was possible. Her eyes flutter closed, her head tilting back as I guide her faster, deeper, until we’re both clinging desperately to each other, breathing erratically and in sync, moving as one, racing to the end.

As she cries out, she shudders around me, squeezing me so fucking tight that I forget my name. My release tears through me, and it’s powerful enough to blur my vision. My breath catches, my eyes sting, and my heart is exposed like never before.

A whispered promise pour from my lips without hesitation. “You’re mine, Harp.”

She leans down, her mouth brushing against my lips, and she whispers back to me, “Always.”

And just like that, with one simple truth, my world reshapes itself entirely around her, around us, around this. It feels like space and time have ripped open as the intensity of these truths fully consumes me.

After we lose control, she collapses onto my chest, as if every last ounce of energy has left her body and only my arms can hold her steady. I wrap myself around her, pulling her closer, feeling the rapid beat of her heart against the erratic beat of mine as we stay joined together.

Time slows around us, and I hold her, never wanting to let go. She’s breathless as my hands trace lazy circles down her back. We stay suspended in this haze, clinging to the moment that consumed us. I don’t feel like the same man I was before, and I know there is no going back from this.

The cabin is silent, except for our breathing and the crackle of the fire. Harper’s heartbeat slows against my chest, and I hold on to her like I’m afraid reality might shatter this moment. I close my eyes, memorizing everything—the smell of her skin, the weight of her body pressed against mine, the sigh of contentment she releases against my neck.

She shifts, lifting her head just enough for her gaze to meet mine. Her hooded eyes are bright, shining just for me. Reaching up, I brush back a loose strand of hair from her cheek, my thumb rubbing across the flushed softness of her skin.

“You okay?” I ask, suddenly unsure. “Did I?—”

She quickly presses a finger to my lips. “I’m perfect,” she whispers. “You were perfect.”

A relieved smile touches my lips, and it eases the knot of anxiety I didn’t even realize had formed. “It’s been … a while,” I admit carefully, studying her face closely. “I wasn’t sure?—”

“I know,” she interrupts, her fingers trailing down my jaw, her touch featherlight, brushing away all my doubts. “You made me see stars.”

My heart pounds hard in response to her confession.

“I hope you made a wish.” I give her a grin, resting one arm behind my head.

“Oh, I did. I’ve been searching my entire life for this. For you. Exactly how you are,” she tells me.

I don’t think anyone has ever seen me this clearly, this honestly—without judgment, without expectation. I’ve been living behind walls for so long, wearing a thick armor I thought was impenetrable. But somehow, Harper slipped through every barrier I’d made like they never existed.

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