Page 3 of The Bodyguard's Innocent Obsession
She shifts her weight, and the sway of her hips makes my cock throb against the inside of my jeans.
Tendrils of hair fall across her flushed cheeks and brush against that delicate throat I want to wrap my hand around while I fuck her slow and deep until she screams for me. I swear to God I could come just looking at her.
And the worst part?
It doesn’t look like she has any idea that she’s a damn goddess. No idea what she’s doing to me just by existing in this room. No idea that I’m two seconds away from throwing her over my shoulder and dragging her out of here like some kind of caveman.
I should say something. Anything. But all I can think is... Mine.
“Do you want a cupcake?” she offers, clearly scrambling for something to say, her eyes still flickering shyly away from mine.
I don’t want a cupcake.
I want her. All of her.
She blinks when I reach out, slow and deliberate, and touch her face. Just the edge of my knuckle brushing the flour from her nose.
She makes a tiny sound. A soft, breathy whimper that nearly buckles my knees.
Fuck.
I lean in, not close enough to scare her, just close enough to make her heart race. Her breath hitches. Her lips part.
“You’re mine,” I murmur, low and rough. “And I won’t let anyone touch you, princess. I promise you that.”
Chapter Two
Arabella
“You’re mine. And I won’t let anyone touch you, princess. I promise you that.”
My whole body stills. He says it so low, so serious, like it’s a vow. And for a second, I forget how to breathe.
He has to mean it professionally. Like… a bodyguard thing. That’s all. Right?
Except my heart is pounding like it wants to beat right out of my chest, and I’m suddenly burning up. My hands feel tingly. My skin’s prickling with goosebumps.
I don’t understand what’s happening to me. He’s so close and so big and so masculine, and it’s doing something strange to my insides.
He’s tall. Broad. Muscles stretching under that dark shirt like they were poured in place. His arms are huge, the kind that look like they could break down a door or pin someone to a wall without even trying.
And next to him, I feel… tiny. Curvy and soft and completely helpless in a way that makes my stomach flutter and clench at the same time.
He smells like soap and leather, maybe. And his face... God. Square jaw, stubble dusting his cheeks, dark brows drawn low over eyes that look almost black in the kitchen light. He’s got this little scar on his chin that only makes him hotter, like he’s been through things. Like he’s fought against bad guys and won.
And now he’s here. Looking at me like I’m something he wants.
Something he needs.
His gaze drops to my mouth, slow and deliberate, and I swear he starts to lean in.
My breath catches. My lips part without permission. Every inch of me goes still, waiting.
I’ve never been kissed before.
Never even thought that my first kiss might be with someone I just met. Especially not someone like him. Someone older, serious, dangerous.
But I want it.
