Page 15 of The Bodyguard's Innocent Obsession
The tension is coiling deep inside me, tightening, making my muscles feel tense and loose all at once. His hands are still on my ass cheeks, and now he’s guiding my movements, making my hips rock back and forth, his tongue and lips finding me again and again, teasing and tasting, driving me wild.
“Lachlan,” I whine, gasping.
“Don’t fight it, princess,” he growls against my slick flesh. “Come for me. I want to taste you.”
And then, a moment later, my whole world shatters.
I let out a strangled cry, my orgasm ripping through me like a tornado, sending me hurtling into blissful oblivion. I’m writhing and squirming and trembling, and the only thing holding me in place is his strong, calloused hands gripping my ass.
He doesn’t let up, though. His mouth and tongue continue their relentless onslaught, dragging out the waves of pleasure, keeping me suspended in the ecstasy of release.
Finally, after what feels like forever, the tremors subside, and I slump against the headboard, my legs shaking.
Lachlan eases me off his face, gently laying me down on the bed beside him, and his eyes are dark and hungry. The lower half of his face is glistening, and he licks his lips like he can’t get enough of the taste of me.
“I could get used to starting my days like this. It’s the breakfast of champions, you know.”
My cheeks flame, but I can’t stop the smile tugging at my lips.
“I could get used to it, too,” I murmur, leaning in and kissing him, tasting myself on his lips.
“We should probably shower and head home,” he says, his voice soft. “Much as I’d love to stay here all day.”
I nod. He’s right. We need to go back. I heard him say on the phone last night that he wants to talk to the guy who tried to break in. Hopefully he’ll be able to put an end to all of thisand then we can be together without any danger threatening our happiness.
“Okay. Let’s go.”
Chapter Six
Arabella
By the time we pull back into the estate, the sun is already high enough to cast long shadows across the driveway.
It feels strange to be home again. Familiar, but… different now. The weight of everything that happened last night clings to me like a second skin; what almost happened with the intruder, what did happen between Lachlan and me. The way I fell asleep tangled in his arms, my body aching in the best kind of way.
Lachlan cuts the engine, then gets out without a word. I expect him to head straight inside, but instead, he comes around to my side. Opens my door for me like it’s the most natural thing in the world. Like I’m his girl and this is just what he does.
It’s a simple gesture, but one that makes my heart flutter all the same.
“Come on, sleepyhead,” he murmurs, holding out a hand.
I take it, letting him help me out of the car, even though I don’t really need it. But it’s nice. Warm. Steady.
He doesn’t let go of my hand right away. Just looks down at me with this softness in his eyes that makes my chest ache.
“You should get some rest,” he says, voice low and gentle. “You didn’t exactly get much sleep last night.”
The teasing edge in his tone makes my face heat, but then he leans in and kisses me slow and deep, like he’s memorizing the shape of my mouth. Like he wants me to feel everything he’s not quite saying.
When he finally pulls back, my legs feel a little unsteady.
“I’ll be back in a little while,” he says, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. “Gotta check in with the others and I want to question the guy we caught.”
I nod, though my throat feels tight. “Okay.”
He presses one last kiss to my forehead and then turns to go. I watch him as he heads toward the east wing, tall and broad and purposeful, and something tugs inside me. Like a string pulled taut between us, stretching thinner and thinner with every step he takes away.
I wrap my arms around myself, suddenly cold, and turn toward the house.
