Page 95 of The Bodyguard

Angela ran her fingers along the front of his suit jacket. “You give me more than enough.” She tugged on his lapels as she had before they’d gone to dinner. “Is this when I invite you in?”

The corners of his lips flashed. “I would never say no.”

She reached for the key card in her purse, but he paused her. Sawyer moved her toward his door and placed his arm above her shoulders, caging her under his hard chest. He feathered kisses from her cheek to her ear. “Spend the night with me, Angela. I need you in my bed.”

The soft tickle of his breath morphed her already spaghetti-like legs into Jello. Sawyer’s lips found hers, and without missing a beat, he let the two of them into his hotel room.

Only the desk lamp illuminated the tidy room. His bed was made, and there was no evidence he’d been in the room before now. He shucked off his jacket and loosened his collar. “Turn around.”

He found the clasp of her dress at the nape of her neck then slowly slid the zipper to the swell of her ass. The beautiful velvet dress piled onto the floor. Just like earlier, he twirled her around. His fiery eyes drank every inch of her in the silkystrapless bra and underwear, which matched the deep green of her dress. She had flaws that he didn’t seem to see.

“I don’t know what I was thinking.” He tugged her close. “I knew exactly what was under that dress but didn’t throw you over my shoulder and run back to this room after dinner.”

A flush burned from her cheeks to her chest. “You were hungry.”

“There are many kinds of hunger.”

She reached for his shirt and unfastened the buttons then pushed it off his broad shoulders. “We’re here now. What are you going to do about it?”

He stripped to the well-fitted boxer briefs that curved over his sculpted ass and hugged his powerful thighs. His erection bulged behind the dark fabric. Sawyer lifted her into his arms and placed her on the bed. Shoes and all.

Carefully, he removed Angela’s undergarments until she lay naked, buzzing under his touch. The closer they came, the less oxygen they had to breathe. Longing twisted her insides. She craved Sawyer in a way that defied logic.

Sawyer tossed her shoes over his shoulder and lifted her ankle to his lips. The kiss seared her skin. This was so different than before dinner, when they’d been hot enough to spark a fire. Sawyer was taking his time with a slow-burn torture. His tongue snaked up the inside of her calf and teased upward until he nuzzled between her legs. The kisses continued rising, dusting over her belly, teasing the swell of her breasts, and caressing her nipples. He nibbled and murmured inaudible sweet nothings that sent her sky-high until his powerful body carefully covered hers.

Angela’s eyes were closed. She soaked in sensation after sensation. Anticipation edged her close to losing her mind. “You are killing me.”

His smile blossomed against her neck. “Good.” Sawyer rolled to her side and urged her thighs apart. His fingers danced over her folds as his lips hovered just behind her ear. Breathy kisses made her squirm. “That’s my plan, sweetheart.”

His fingertips caressed her sensitive skin. Her delicate flesh was still tender from earlier, but arousal was quick to come. Sawyer touched her gently until a quaking tremble started deep inside her core. The intensity was almost too much.

“Easy, Ange,” he whispered against her temple. “Relax for me.”

Relaxing wasn’t in the cards. Her hips wriggled. She needed more but didn’t know that she could take it. God, she wanted it. Wanted him. “Sawyer, please.”

“I’ve got you.”

Angela arched. She couldn’t escape from the desperate, rising climax brought on by his fingertip strumming her clit. He took her mouth in a kiss and growled for her to climax. It was as though he needed her to come as much as she needed to.

The understanding threw Angela into delirium, and her body convulsed. His name fell from her lips. She would never have enough.

Angela pulled him to her. She loved everything about them. How gentleness became cataclysmic and friendship became fire. “I need you. Now.”

He smiled into a kiss. “Anything you say.”

Sawyer slid on their protection and returned to her arms. His hungry mouth took hers again. Their tongues danced. His rigid cock pressed to her entrance, and she writhed for the pressure of him sliding into her tenderness. “Please.”

He was careful as he eased inside. Sore but desperate for him to fill her, Angela angled for more as he delivered breathtakingly perfect thrusts. She cried for more. He loved her harder. Her nails bit into his back. His hips pinned her in place.She gasped and kissed and begged. Sawyer’s full length was seated deep inside her, and he held her in place.

“Damn it, sweetheart,” he whispered against her neck. “You are everything to me.”

Emotion caught in her throat. Tears burned behind her eyes. Sawyer caged her against the pillows with such intensity and ferocity that she never wanted to leave his bed again. Their foreheads touched. His eyes squeezed shut. He was the most beautiful, giving man she’d ever known.

Then his eyes opened and showed the depths of his soul. Sawyer held her gaze, and they made love. He rocked into her again and again. Satisfaction pummeled her in a way she hadn’t known could exist. She’d never been so cared for, so possessed, so absolutely well fucked within an inch of her life.

One of his hands laced itself with hers. He pinned it above her head. His shaft pumped into her, reigniting a frenzy. She had no more to give but climaxed again, and as she did, he stiffened, straining with an orgasm. Her name fell from his lips.

She was so in love…

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