Page 7 of The Bodyguard's Innocent Obsession
It seems to go on forever. His hips thrusting into his hand, his head tipped back, and his lips parted. His chest heaving.
Finally, he shudders and goes still.
My legs are trembling. My inner thighs are soaked. My nipples are stiff, aching points. I need him so badly it’s an ache, an actual physical pain, that throbs through every inch of me.
I want him to do more than just look at me. More than just touch himself while I watch.
I want him to touch me. To use that mouth, those hands. That cock. I want to know what he’d feel like inside me. If his kisses are as rough and possessive as his eyes.
When his gaze slides back to mine, he looks satisfied and ravenous at the same time. He licks his bottom lip, slowly. Then he grins.
That’s when it hits me. The shame. The embarrassment. Oh god, what is wrong with me? What kind of woman just stands there and watches something like that?
I stumble backwards. Turn and flee. I slam the bathroom door shut and practically run back to my room.
My heart is in my throat and my cheeks are flaming. I cover my face with both hands. I’ve never done anything like that before.Never seen a man come. Certainly never let a complete stranger touch himself for me.
God, he must think I’m the world’s biggest freak.
I pace in my bedroom, restless. Half-horrified. Half still aching from watching him.
A knock on the door startles me, but before I can answer, it opens.
Lachlan is standing in the doorway. Shirtless. Still damp from his shower. Wearing only a pair of black sweatpants that hang low on his hips, a walkie-talkie clipped to the waistband, dragging it down just enough to show the sharp dip of his V-line.
His eyes are locked on mine. He steps inside. Shuts the door behind him.
“I… I’m sorry,” I whisper. “I shouldn’t have looked. I wasn’t thinking, I just...”
He cuts me off with a low growl. “Don’t apologize, princess. I liked having your eyes on me,” he says, voice deep and rough. “I wanted them on me.”
My breath catches, and he takes a step closer. His hand lifts, brushing a piece of hair from my cheek.
“You looked so fucking sweet watching me. Like you couldn’t get enough. It made me come harder than I’ve ever come before. If that’s how good it feels when it’s only your eyes on me, I can’t wait to find out how good it feels with your hands on me. Or your mouth. Or that perfect little untouched cunt.”
“Oh god,” I whimper, shaking.
He leans in. Our mouths are inches apart. I’m breathless. Heart hammering. Everything inside me screaming for him to close the distance and just kiss me already.
But a burst of static from the walkie-talkie at his waist fills the air. Then a clipped, urgent voice.
“Decker. We’ve got movement on the south lawn. Get the girl out of here. Now.”
Lachlan’s jaw clenches. His body shifts, all sharp edges and sudden alertness.
He grabs my hand. His grip is firm. Protective. When his eyes lock on mine, they are hard and focused.
“Come on, princess,” he says. “We’re not safe here.”
Chapter Four
Lachlan
The second that voice crackles over the walkie-talkie, everything inside me shifts. Heat drains from the room, my muscles lock into place, and instinct takes the wheel.
I grab her hand. “Come on, princess. We’re not safe here.”
I yank her gently but firmly into the hallway, one arm wrapped tight around her waist while I watch and listen for any sign of trouble.
