Page 22 of The Bodyguard's Innocent Obsession
Inside, I’m a storm.
Because it’s only now she’s safe again that I feel just how close I came to losing her.
And I don’t think I can wait much longer to remind her exactly who she belongs to.
The bathroom door is cracked, and steam curls out from a fire I already know is going to burn me alive.
I enter quietly. The light inside is soft, golden. Condensation beads on the marble, clings to the mirror, turns the air thick with heat and jasmine.
Arabella is already in the shower.
Behind the glass, water rains down over her body in shimmering streams. It slides over the generous swell of her hips, the soft lines of her stomach, the curves I’ve already memorized with hands and mouth and an insatiable hunger. She’s all woman. Lush, full, breathtaking. Every inch of her was built to be worshipped. And God, I love it. She’s a work of art that I never knew I needed in my life until I first laid eyes on her.
Her eyes lift to mine, and a small smile plays across her lips.
She doesn’t cover herself, doesn’t reach for the faucet, doesn’t tell me to leave. Instead, she lifts her hands and cups her breasts, lifting them and squeezing softly. Her thumbs roll across her nipples, and I groan low in my throat as I watch the hard points tighten and darken.
My dick is rock hard, straining painfully against my pants, but I don’t move.
I just watch.
Her fingers trail down her stomach, lower. She widens her feet on the floor and her fingers slip between her thighs, a sigh escaping her lips.
“Lachlan...”
Hearing my name on her tongue is the final blow.
I yank my shirt off over my head in a single, swift movement, my muscles coiled, every nerve ending alight. My belt comes next, and then my pants, and then I’m naked, the fire licking up my spine so hot it’s a wonder I’m not ash.
But I want her.
I want her more than anything.
Arabella makes a small sound as I step into the shower and press her back against the tile. My hand wraps around her wrist, pulling her hand away from her pussy, and then my own hand takes its place. Her folds are slick, slippery, and her hips tilt toward me.
I don’t wait. I can’t.
I slide two fingers into her tight, wet channel, and Arabella cries out. I can feel her pulsing around my fingers. Hot. Needy. Greedy for more.
My thumb finds her clit, circling the hard bud, and she arches her back and moans. The sounds she makes have got my cock throbbing with an eagerness to feel those slick walls gripping me instead.
“I understand why you went without me today, princess,” I growl, my lips close to her ear while I keep working her with my fingers, “but the next time you run off without letting me protect you, the first thing I’m going to do when I get my hands on you is spank your sexy ass until you remember who you belong to.”
“I’m sorry,” she whimpers breathlessly. “I just...”
Her words trail off as another moan rips from her throat.
“Shhhh, princess. It’s okay. Just don’t do it again. Right now, all I want is for you to come for me.”
My lips crash down on hers. Hard. Demanding. Taking what I need. What I know she wants. She parts her lips and kisses me back with an eagerness that tells me everything I need to know.
I keep pumping my fingers in and out of her wet little hole, my thumb working her clit relentlessly. When she shatters apart, my kisses muffle her moans, and I swallow the sounds of pleasure as if they are just one more thing I can’t get enough of.
When I finally pull back, her breathing is fast and shallow. Her pupils are blown wide.
I pull my fingers from her pussy, and before she can make a sound of protest, I grip her hips and spin her around. Arabellalets out a surprised gasp and braces her hands against the wall, her breasts pressed to the tile, the perfect, round globes of her ass on full display for me.
My hands are rough and possessive as they slide down her body, tracing the curve of her hips, the swell of her ass, the backs of her thighs. Her skin is wet and slick and so soft, and I can’t help but squeeze the pliant flesh, my cock pulsing painfully at the way she pushes her ass back toward me.
