Page 59 of The Bombshell and the Bodyguard
There was nothing I wanted, nothing I needed… except for condoms. I wished I’d somehow thought to buy some and bring them. I wished—
Goosebumps erupted all over my skin when I felt the front of Wilder’s body along the back of mine.
He had dived under the water and was stretched out directly beneath me. And then he touched me.
His hands skimmed down the sides of my body from my armpits to my outer thighs then swept up again over the front of me, caressing the tops of my thighs, my belly and breasts.
He kissed the back of my neck where my hair floated away from it and did the mesmerizing move again.
It was like being ravished by a merman. I was simultaneously cooled by the water and night air and broiling from the inside out.
The tips of my breasts contracted tightly, desperate to be touched by him again, and between my legs there was a warmth that would easily have attracted any heat-seeking missiles that happened to be passing over the region.
A swirling current moved beneath me, and Wilder resurfaced. Lifting my head, I saw his face half-submerged, directly between my thighs. He planted a long open-mouthed kiss there, the heat of his tongue a searing contrast to the cool ocean water.
Tensing all over and unable to tear my eyes away, I started to sink.
Wilder’s hand pushed my bottom up again, and his mouth broke contact with my intimate skin. “Remember what I told you. Keep your eyes on the stars.”
I was going to seeall kindsof stars in a minute if he kept doing what he was doing.
“How can you breathe?” I asked. “You’re going to drown.”
His laughter floated across the top of the gentle waves. “Death by cunnilingus. There are worse ways to go. I’m a frogman, Jess. Didn’t you know we could breathe underwater?”
“Seriously?” At this point I would have believed he was capable of anything.
“No, not really. But I did train to hold my breath for averylong time.” He went back to work, and I threw my head back, drowning in sensation while attempting not to drown literally.
As my inner muscles began to tighten and my heart rate ratcheted higher, I said, “How long?”
Wilder stopped for a second. “What?”
“How long can you hold your breath?” I started sinking again.
Lifting my thighs and propping them over each of his shoulders, he reached up and rubbed my stomach with a soothing touch.
“Long enough. Listen, I’ll worry about breathing. You just worry about staying afloat.” He let out a snicker before adding, “And not screaming so loud you summon the Coast Guard.”
Oh my god. This man was going to kill me.
Wilder kissed me again where I most wanted him, licking and sucking in a counter rhythm to the water splashing between my legs. I’d never felt anything like it.
If other people started figuring this out, beaches were about to get awhole lotmore popular than they already were.
The pleasure built, creating waves inside and out, until I was a human tsunami, sensation cresting and splashing down, leaving me washed up on the beach like some exhausted castaway after a shipwreck.
And no, the Coast Guard didn’t respond—but only because this wasn’t America, and the Coast Guard wasn’t a thing here.
* * *
We lay on the beach towels, me with my leg thrown bonelessly over Wilder’s and my cheek resting on his chest, him with one arm wrapped around my back and the other hand stroking my wet hair and skin.
“If this security company gig doesn’t work out, you could make a killing giving ‘floating lessons’ to women,” I informed him.
He laughed, his warm chest rising and falling under my ear. “I don’t hand out my top-secret training methods to just anyone. Only very special clientele—the ones I’ve been lusting after half my life.”
His fingers drifted over my shoulder and arm, raising baby hairs that glistened in the moonlight. “You are so fucking gorgeous, Jess. And you’re even better in bed than I dreamed you’d be—which is saying a lot.”
