Page 18 of Bodyguard Crush
She doesn’t pull her eyes away from the fire as she nods and then takes a drink.
“Did I do something to upset you?” I ask.
I wait, but she doesn’t answer. Instead, she finishes off her glass of wine and then pours another.
“If I upset you by kissing you today, I’m sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking. I’m usually more professional than this.”
She looks up at me now. Surprise and maybe even anger paints her face. “You think I’m mad that you kissed me?”
“Aren’t you?”
She shakes her head. “Not in the slightest.”
“Then why are you upset? It seems odd to me that we were laughing and having a good time until I fucked up and did that. Now, nothing’s the same.”
“God, you’re slow to catch on, aren’t you?” Her brows draw together, and mine lift with her insult. She stands up, takes a drink of her wine, then sets it on the mantel. “I’m not mad that you kissed me, Kaden. I’m upset because you stopped.”
My blood runs cold. “What?”
“Yeah,” she says, nodding her head. “I don’t know if it’s hard for you to believe or what, but I wanted that kiss. I wanted our almost kiss as we were dancing at the bar. I wanted our almost kiss last night. And today, in the water… I wanted that kiss too. That and so much more.”
She wants to kiss me? She wants so much more?
I don’t give myself time to overthink the many, many ways it could backfire on me. All I can do is act, so I reach out for her. My hands grasp her arms, and I pull her into my chest as I step up to her. My mouth crashes against hers, and our tongues find one another immediately. Her arms wrap around my neck, and she laces her fingers into my hair. Her hand turns to a fist that tugs at the roots. It hurts, but it feels good. It feels like she’s trying to do anything she can to keep me from pulling away again. Maybe she needs me just as much as I’ve needed her.
My hands find her hips, and I hold her tight against me. Her hands fall away from my neck. They run down between us, and then they move up my shirt, pushing the material up and out of her way. I release her, grabbing my shirt from behind my head and yanking it off. Our kiss breaks for a moment, but our lips are right back on one another’s as I toss the shirt onto the floor.
Her fingers find my gun belt, and they work to unfasten it. She gently drops it onto the floor, where it lands with a thunk. Then her slender fingers slip into the waistband of my sweatpants. I could explode at any moment, but I want to take this slow. I want it to last all night long. I want every second of it to burn itself into my memory, where it can last forever and I can relive it over and over and over.
Her lips fall from mine, and before I can catch her and pull her back, I find her on her knees in front of me. Her fingertips are still wrapped around my waistband. I look down at her and get knocked on my ass by her beauty. The fire illuminates her blue eyes that are locked on mine, and she licks her lips as her hands push my pants down my legs. Her tiny little hand wraps around my dick, and she works it up and down, keeping her eyes on mine. Then her lips part, and she slides my tip into her mouth. Still, her eyes are on mine, and it feels like I’m going to explode. I have too many emotions raging on inside me.
My lips part as my breathing picks up. My eyes feel like they’re rolling back into my head, and when I force them back on her, she looks like she’s experiencing pure bliss. Her eyes flutter closed as she takes me deeper and deeper into her mouth. She looks so fucking gorgeous as she bows in front of me, her mouth full of my dick, tears falling from the cracks in her eyes and rolling down her cheeks.
“Fuck, Abby,” I breathe out, trying desperately to hold on. “You have to stop.”
She pulls away, setting back on the balls of her feet and her knees, looking up at me.
“Take your clothes off,” I order as I push my sweatpants down my legs.
She does as I tell her. In one fluid-like movement, she grabs her nightgown by the hem and pulls it up over her head. To my surprise, she’s completely naked beneath. Her eyes are glued to mine, the reflection of the flame dancing in her pupils. Her lips are parted with her heavy breathing. She looks like an angel down on her knees in front of me. She’s only missing the wings. Everything else is there and perfect. Her bare tits are right in front of me, looking firm and more than even my big handful. Her nipples are hard, screaming for me to touch them, to taste them. They’re the perfect shade of pink and brown against her skin. Her waist is narrow, fit, and toned. Her hips are wider, giving her the perfect hourglass figure. And between her legs, she’s completely smooth and bare, the soft skin making my mouth water.
I fall to my knees, putting me nearly nose to nose with her. My hand moves up to cup her cheek as my eyes bore into hers. Her skin heats under my hand, and her eyes fall from mine as she wets her lips.
“You’re beautiful,” I whisper, bending down and pressing my lips to hers.
That seems to be all the motivation she needs. Her tongue pushes its way into my mouth, and she kisses me hard and fast. I lay her back and cover her body with mine. She wraps her arms and legs around me and holds me close. It feels like she never wants to let go. My body is already begging me to slide deep inside her, but there’s no way I can give myself what I want already. I want more, so much more of her.
I kiss her until we’re both breathless, then I begin kissing my way down her amazing body. I kiss over her slender neck, my hands wrapping around it gently as I nip her collarbone with my teeth. I kiss over the swell of her breasts, all the way to the peak where I suck her hard nipple into my mouth. My tongue flicks against it, back and forth, and she lets out a soft whimper that burns its way into my brain, where it will last until my dying day.
Her breasts feel heavy in my hands, and as I massage them, I come to find that they are, in fact, more than a handful. But I don’t feel like I’m wasting anything because what my hands can’t hold, my mouth kisses, licks, and sucks. I work my way down her body, taking my time with each glorious inch. I lick down her stomach to the junction between her thighs. I start in the middle and lick my way up between her folds, spreading the wetness that’s already pooling there. She’s so fucking sweet it nearly gives me a toothache. When my tongue brushes against her sensitive clit, her hips buck up off the floor as a breathy moan leaves her lips.
My hands have to grab her hips and hold them to the floor as my mouth sucks, flicks, and swirls around her nub. I pull my face back and look up her body. The sight before me is enough to make me fucking come. She has the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen. Perfect in appearance, glistening with need, and making her pink skin almost glow with the light of the fire.
“Please, don’t stop,” she begs between labored breaths.
I move back in, giving her exactly what she’s asking for.
Sliding a finger inside her, I find her hot and tight. I insert two, and she squeezes around them. It only takes a few seconds before she comes completely undone. I watch as she comes undone, making me painfully hard. When she’s breathless and completely limp, I pull away, ready to slide into her, but she has other ideas. She grabs me and pushes me to the side. It happens so fast that I don’t know what’s going on until she’s climbing on top of me.
