Page 10 of The Bodyguard's Innocent Obsession
“We’re safe for now.” Her shoulders relax a fraction, but her gaze never wavers from mine. “You should get some sleep, princess. It’s late and you need the rest.”
My voice is thick, rough. I can’t tear my eyes off her.
“Okay,” she whispers, rising to her feet.
She pulls the hem of her sleep shirt up just enough to hook her thumbs into the waistband of her pants, pushing them down to reveal the soft thighs that have haunted my thoughts since I first laid eyes on her this morning. My dick springs to life, thick and hard and aching.
I shouldn’t be looking. I should turn away and leave her to change. I should go and take another shower. A cold one.
I’ve barely finished the thought when her hands go to the buttons on her shirt. The top two were already open, showing a tantalizing hint of cleavage. Now she pops the third, then the fourth. The two sides fall open, and the shirt slides even further down her shoulders.
I’m rooted in place. My heart’s hammering. All the blood in my body has drained straight to my cock, making me light-headed.
Jesus.
I take two long strides, closing the distance between us so I can place my hand over hers, stopping her movements.
“Princess,” I say, my voice coming out sounding a lot like a growl. A warning. “You should keep the shirt on if you don’twant me to lose control. Open any more buttons and neither of us will be getting any sleep tonight.”
It’s taking all my fucking willpower to act as chivalrous as I am, because I have never craved anyone as much as I crave the beautiful young woman standing right in front of me. But, as much as I need to sink my hard cock into that tight virgin heat between her thighs, nothing is more important to me than her well-being.
Not a single damn thing.
Arabella remains silent. She just stares up at me, and there’s something in her eyes. Something hungry. Her pupils are blown out, her cheeks are flushed, and her lips are parted, like she can’t get enough air.
Like she wants me just as badly as I want her.
Her tongue darts out to wet her bottom lip. “What if... what if I want you to lose control?”
Oh fuck.
It’s like a dam breaks inside me. Every bit of self-control snaps and I surge forward. My arms go around her, and my mouth finds hers.
She moans against my lips. It’s a high, soft, needy sound. A sound that tells me everything I need to know about how desperate she is.
I cup her cheek with one hand, deepening the kiss. She tastes so good, better than I ever imagined. So sweet. Her body presses against mine, all soft curves and smooth skin. My dick throbs, rock hard against her stomach.
Unable to wait a moment longer now that I’ve started, I grab the shirt and rip it open, hearing the remaining buttons pop and clatter on the floor. Arabella gasps, her breath warm and sweet on my lips.
Holy shit. She’s naked underneath. Even as I pull back just enough to rake my gaze over every sexy, curvy inch of her body,I make a mental note to never wash those sweatpants again. Not when she’s just been wearing them for the last hour without anything between the material and her sweet little cunt.
My hands find her tits, and her gasp turns into a low moan. God, they’re perfect. Round and full and firm, just the right size to fill my hands. Her nipples are hard, pressing against my palms, and when I tweak them, she whimpers, arching into me.
My control slips even further.
I pick her up. She wraps her legs around my waist and clings to me, our mouths coming together once more.
When I lay her on the bed, the covers rumple beneath her, and I’m struck with the sudden urge to wrap her in silk sheets. To see her spread out in a bed fit for a real princess. To dress her up and strip her bare and worship her the way she deserves.
But right now, there’s no time. All I can do is tear off my shirt and kick off my pants, leaving the Glock within easy reach, before covering her body with mine.
Fuck. My chest presses against her tits. Our legs intertwine. My cock lines up with the hot, slick heaven between her thighs, and I rut against her like a wild animal, unable to help myself.
My cock slides back and forth against her clit, her wetness soaking the belly of my hard flesh. When I shift just right, my swollen head catches on her entrance.
“Lachlan,” she breathes, her fingernails digging into my back.
Fuck. I’m not sure how much longer I can hold back.
