Page 17 of Billionaire Bodyguard

“Adler,” I said against his lips, turning my body to him and pressing closer. Need throbbed through me, stronger than any desire I’d ever had. Everywhere he touched electrified, my pleasure centers coming to life.

With deft fingers, he stripped away my pajama top, and his mouth descended on one breast. I cried out, arching, my hands clutching his shoulders. While I watched him, he drew on one needy peak. Our eyes met, his wary, and I nodded to assure him I was okay.

“Yes, Adler,” I gasped, my breathing uneven. “Oh, God, it feels so…”

My leg lifted around him while I tried to get closer.

His fingertips trailed over my side, down to my thigh, pulling it higher on his waist.

“I want to touch you,” he said against my skin.

“Yes. Please. Please…”

He nodded, kneeling back. My gaze devoured him, his bare chest with chiseled pecs and abs. His slim hips and the erection that jutted out, tenting his pajama pants.

He curled his fingers in my waistband and tugged down my silky pants. In a moment, I was bare to him. I waited for fear to descend. Nothing. Just burning need.

I grabbed his hand as he hesitated. “Touch me.”

“Baby…”

“I’m good. I promise. Touch me,” I demanded.

He didn’t need to hear more. His large hand cupped my mound, his thumb sliding in and stroking along my drenched folds. “Damn, you’re so wet. So hot. So perfect.”

“I want you. God…I’ve wanted you for so long. Please.”

Adler leaned over me, his mouth covering me while his fingers explored. Two fingers curled inside me and I cried out into his mouth, my hips jolting up into his touch. Slowly at first, he slid the digits in and out. I canted into every thrust until he was finger-fucking me in earnest, his thumb circling my clit. Tension coiled like a wild cyclone in my core, lightning sizzling along my skin. Suddenly, it unleashed and slamming through me and I scream, clutching at his arms.

“Oh my God, oh God, oh!” I cried, my first real orgasm tearing over me like a tsunami of unexpected pleasure. I felt him move over me, knew when he notched his cock to me. He paused and I pulled at him.

“Yes, now, please,” I begged.

“You’re so beautiful. Oh fuck,” he swore as he sank into my slick, pulsing walls, stretching them wide, filing me as I’d thought I’d never be filled. He remade me, creating something new. “Linzey…Linzey. You’re mine. Mine. God, you’re so perfect.”

“Fuck me then,” I demanded. I was half out of my mind with the climax still rolling over me. “You’re the only one who’s right. The only…one.”

“Damn right, I’m the only one. Never letting you go. Never.”

His hips crashed into me as we both gave in, and this time when the bliss shoved me over into mindless oblivion, I felt Adler coming with me…and in me, claiming all of me with the warm wash of his release.

I love you. I love you. I love you,repeated over an over in my head, in my soul, but I didn’t say it aloud. Not yet. But I hoped someday, I could. It was the only thing that would make this intimacy with him more perfect than it already was.

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“When I was little, I was afraid of the dark,” I whispered as I lay on my side, cuddled into Adler. My head was on his chest while his arms wrapped around me. I wasn’t sure what caused me to reveal that, where I was going with the statement. Maybe, a little, I did know. I just hadn’t meant to say anything aloud. I didn’t want to ruin this moment. Being with Adler…it was so different from Rod. Tender instead of terrifying. Caring instead of evil. Pleasure instead of pain. Fulfilling instead of destroying.

Full of love not hate.

I loved him.

“Yeah?” he asked, running his thumb along the scar on the arm I’d rested on his chest. The mark on my wrist was one of the reminders of what Rod had done to me while I’d been his captive.

“Yeah. But I think I’ve figured out that worse things often walk around in full light. You know?”

It was a rhetorical question. I knew if he answered, he could tell me otherwise. I also knew he wouldn’t. As a SEAL, he’d spent years hunting things that skulked in the inky black of night. He didn’t need to tell me that. I didn’t live under a rock. I watched the news; I’d seen movies.

“I always feel safer when I’m with you,” I continued, murmuring into the silence that had settled around us, while we lay there with our limbs tangled, almost as close as we could be.

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