Page 39 of Spring Break with a Bodyguard
Javi hisses through his teeth when I reach out to touch him, my fingers wrapping around his length, stroking him slowly. His eyes close for a moment, jaw clenching as he fights for control. When he looks at me again, the intensity in his gaze makes me shiver.
“Like what you see?” he asks, a hint of amusement in his voice.
“Very much,” I reply as he leans over me, capturing my lips in a searing kiss.
“Are you sure about this?” he asks as he pulls away to look at me.
“I’ve never been more sure about anything in my life, Javi,” I reply. “I want you. All of you.”
He reaches for his jeans, retrieving a condom from his wallet. He tears open the foil packet and rolls the condom on with practiced ease as anticipation thrums through me, a heady mix of desire and nervous excitement.
When he settles above me, his body a comforting weight, warm and solid against mine, there’s a pause, a moment of shared breath as he positions himself at my entrance and meets my gaze. The world narrows down to him, to the way he’s looking at me, and I feel a warmth blooming in my chest, spreading outward, encompassing everything.
Slowly, he pushes inside me, and I gasp at the stretch, the fullness, as he enters me inch by inch.
“God, Teddy,” Javi groans, his forehead pressed against mine. “You feel amazing.”
I wrap my legs around his waist, drawing him in deeper until he’s fully seated within me. For a moment, we stay like that, breathing heavily, adjusting to the sensation of being so intimately connected.
He begins to move, slow and deep at first, building a rhythm that has me clinging to his shoulders. Every thrust feels like it’s touching every nerve ending in my body, sending sparks of pleasure coursing through me. I meet him thrust for thrust, our bodies moving together in perfect synchronicity.
“Javi,” I moan, my nails digging into his back as the pleasure builds. “Oh god, Javi...”
He captures my lips in a searing kiss, swallowing my cries as he increases his pace. One of his hands slides between us, his thumb finding my clit and circling it in time with his thrusts. The dual sensations are overwhelming, and I can feel myself rapidly approaching the edge. I can tell Javi is close too, his movements becoming more erratic, his breathing ragged against my neck.
“Come for me, Teddy,” he whispers, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. “I want to feel you.”
His words, combined with the relentless rhythm of his hips and the skilled movements of his fingers, push me over the edge. I cry out, my body arching off the bed as waves of pleasure crash over me. The intensity of my orgasm triggers Javi’s, and he groans deeply, his hips stuttering as he finds his release deep inside me.
For a long moment, we stay like that, tangled together, breathing heavily. Javi’s weight on top of me is comforting, grounding. I run my fingers through his hair, still damp with sweat, as our heartbeats gradually slow.
“Wow,” I manage to say, a breathy laugh escaping me.
Javi lifts his head, a lazy smile spreading across his face. “Wow indeed,” he agrees, leaning in to place a soft kiss on my lips.
He carefully withdraws, disposing of the condom before settling back beside me. I turn to face him, tracing my fingers along the planes of his chest, marveling at how natural this feels.
“So,” I say, a hint of playfulness in my tone, “is this how all your protection details end?”
Javi chuckles, catching my hand and bringing it to his lips. “Definitely not. You’re a special case, Miss Hollister.”
“Oh? And what makes me so special?” I ask, snuggling closer to him.
His expression turns serious, his thumb tracing patterns on my palm. “Everything,” he says. “You’re smart, determined, compassionate. You took on this mission not for glory or ambition, but because you genuinely wanted to help people. And even when things got tough, you never gave up.”
I feel a blush creeping up my cheeks at his words. “I couldn’t have done it without you,” I murmur.
“Maybe,” he concedes, “but you’re the one who had the courage to see it through. To face Roberts, to stand up to the press. You’re remarkable, Teddy.”
Javi’s words warm me from the inside out, chasing away the last vestiges of doubt and insecurity. I lean in, kissing him softly, trying to tell him everything I’m feeling without words.
When we part, I rest my head on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. His fingers trace lazy patterns on my back, and I feel more content than I have in years.
We spend the next few minutes in silence, listening to the ocean surf below my balcony window, its peaceful rhythm a stark contrast to the chaos of the past week.
“What are you thinking about?” Javi asks, his fingers still threading through my hair.
“Everything,” I answer honestly. “The Sandpiper, Roberts, my cousins... how quickly life can change.”
