Page 13 of The Bodyguard's Innocent Obsession
Lachlan’s big hand cups the back of my head, pulling me towards him tenderly until our lips meet. My breath catches. Even now, after everything he did to me last night, he still takes my breath away.
I lean into him, opening for his kiss, and he groans, his grip on me tightening. The sound is so primal and possessive, and something clenches low in my belly.
“How long until we have to head home?” I ask, pulling away reluctantly.
His eyes darken and a frown tugs at his mouth. “Not long enough for all the things I’d like to do to you.”
I glance away, trying to ignore the pulse between my thighs. “So, we should probably get going.”
“We should.”
I don’t move. Can’t bring myself to. Because I don’t want this bubble we’ve created to burst. I want to stay here, just the two of us, for as long as possible.
Lachlan doesn’t move either, and when I bring my gaze back to his, his eyes darken.
“Maybe we can spare an hour,” he says, his voice so gruff now it almost sounds like a growl.
Then his lips are on mine once more, and I melt into him, giving in to the heat and passion of his kiss.
His arms wrap around my waist, pulling me closer, lifting me slightly until I’m straddling his waist with my thighs. Something hot and hard presses against my core, and a moan slips out, reverberating into his mouth.
“I can’t get enough of you,” he groans, breaking away from my lips.
“Me either.”
My fingers thread into his hair, tugging gently. His hand slides down my back and over the curve of my ass, squeezing and pulling me even closer.
I can’t stop myself from rocking against him. My hips roll forward and back, dragging my core along the thick line of his cock, teasing us both.
Without thinking, I reach down, wrapping my fingers around his girth. He hisses in a breath, his whole body going taut, and a thrill shoots through me. I’d intended to guide him inside me, to the place that feels empty without him, but I become distracted by the feel of him in my hand. So thick. So hard. So perfect.
My thumb slides over the head, and he lets out a strangled groan.
“Fuck, princess. Feeling bold, are we?”
“Is this okay?”
“Yeah,” he grits out. “Fuck yeah. It’s more than okay.”
I stroke him a few times, enjoying the way he feels in my palm. And then my curiosity gets the better of me, and I slide down the bed, settling on my knees between his thighs.
I’ve never done this before. Not once. But I want to. Oh, God, do I want to.
His cock is thick and hard, and the head glistens with precum. I lean down, pressing a kiss to the tip, whimpering when I feel the sticky wetness against my lips.
Lachlan’s groan is deep and dark. His hands grip the sheets so tight his knuckles turn white, but he doesn’t move or say a word. He lets me explore him at my own pace, and that emboldens me.
I wrap my fingers around his base, stroking him as I lick the tip, lapping up his taste. He’s salty and bitter and perfect, and I love the way his abs tense and his thighs stiffen.
“Take it, princess. Take my cock in your mouth.”
I do, lowering my head, taking him inside me. The weight of him on my tongue is incredible. He stretches my lips, making them burn. I take him as deep as I can, which isn’t very, but judging by his moans, he doesn’t seem to mind.
He’s still holding the sheets, but his hands are shaking now. When I glance up at him, his jaw is clenched, his eyes are locked on me, and his expression is feral.
“Keep going, princess,” he growls, and the heat and power in his tone has my thighs clenching and my heart racing.
I hollow my cheeks, sucking and swirling my tongue around the tip, stroking his length with my hand. He groans, and the sound goes straight to my core.
