Page 67 of The Bombshell and the Bodyguard
Letting out a groan of his own, Wilder said, “This is how we’re going to have to do it, I think… so I don’t crush you.”
Gripping my hips in his large hands, he guided me up and down the length of him in a slow, erotic, fully clothed slide.
Fireworks ignited in my core and spread throughout my body as he continued to urge the front of me against him while nipping, lapping, and sucking at my breasts.
“Oh my God, I think I’m going to come just like this,” I said in half-surprise, half-awe.
“Yes, hummingbird. I want you to. Come for me. Come right on my cock with your beautiful tits in my mouth.”
That was an invitation I found impossible to refuse. Friction turned into frenzy, and I rocked against him, the delicious slide aided by his gentle but oh so strong hands.
Sensation built on sensation, sparks forming behind my eyes and alighting on my skin.
Bracing my palms against his shoulders, I sat upright and clamped his hips between my knees and tipping my head back with my mouth open in a silent scream.
It didn’t stay silent.
In fact, I was so loud it was probably a good thing we were underground.
Because the Coast Guard mightactuallyhave been able to pick that one up from U.S. waters.
I collapsed onto Wilder, pressing my face into his neck and humming all over just like the little bird he nicknamed me for.
“Oh fuck, sweetheart, that was amazing.” He ran his hands up and down my back, over my shoulders, beneath my bottom.
“You were so beautiful, going wild on top of me like that. I would give anything to be able to sink my cock inside you right now.”
Lying limp against his chest, I smiled. “Anything?”
Wilder plunged both hands into my hair, kissing the top of my head before dropping his back to the bed again. “Anything in the world.”
Beneath me, his body was nearly vibrating with pent-up sexual energy. His legs were so tense they felt like bundles of steel cables.
Gripping his biceps, I pushed myself back up again and leaned backward, plucking something off the bedspread behind me.
I turned back to him, holding it in my closed fist.
“Guess whatelseI found in the emergency first aid kit?”
Opening my hand, I waggled the sealed condom package in front of his face, wearing a triumphant grin.
“Ta da!”
Wilder’s jaw fell open and he grabbed the small package, studying it as if it were a gold nugget unearthed from a mine that had supposedly tapped out years ago.
“Are you kidding me? One of my guys at Viridian must have packed that in there, thinking he was being funny.”
“Or practical,” I said. “Thisissort of an emergency.”
“Oh really? And did you find any ‘emergency lube?’”
Wilder gave me a sexy grin that qualified as a lubricant all on its own.
“We willnotbe needing any of that,” I informed him. “You had me wet at ‘I’m sorry.’”
He growled and reached up, pulling me down on top of him for a tantalizing kiss.
“Remind me to apologize more often.”
