Page 10 of Big Bodyguard
I grip her ass and grind her down against me, my cock straining between us. She lets out a sharp gasp, then a breathy little moan that has me seeing fucking red.
“That’s it, princess,” I growl against her mouth, kissing her hard, devouring her. “Feel what you do to me. You make Daddy want to ruin you.”
Her nails rake down my chest, fumbling at the hem of my shirt, desperate for more.
“You want this?” I demand, my lips brushing hers, my voice rough and raw.
“Yes,” she whispers. Her eyes are glazed, her lips swollen, her chest heaving against mine. “I want you.”
The way she says it, without hesitation…it fucking undoes me.
I slide my hand down her front, over the curve of her breast, teasing the hard peak through the thin cotton of my shirt she’s wearing. She arches into my touch, a soft whimper breaking free.
“Fuck, baby…you’re so sensitive.” I pinch lightly, making her gasp, then soothe it with my palm. My other hand skims up her thigh, slipping beneath the hem of the shirt, higher and higher until I can feel the soft heat of her pussy.
She stiffens, just barely, her breath catching.
I pause, my hand still against the inside of her upper thigh. Her body trembles, but not with fear…it’s something else. Something that makes me look up at her.
Her wide eyes meet mine, and I see it there. The truth.
“Christ,” I mutter, pulling back an inch, my chest heaving. “You’re a virgin.”
Her cheeks flame crimson, her lips parting as if to argue, but no words come out. Just a shaky little breath that tells me everything I need to know.
I close my eyes, dragging in a steady breath. “Fuck.”
“What? Have you never seen a virgin before?”
My head snaps up at her tone—sharp, defensive, like she’s daring me to make it an issue.
“It’s not that,” I grit out, my jaw locking so tight it hurts. “Christ, I don’t give a damn that you’re untouched.”
Her brows arch, and her chin tilts, like she’s trying to call my bluff. “Then what’s the problem?”
The problem is that she’s looking at me with wide, fearless eyes when she should be terrified. The problem is that I want to bury myself so deep inside her she’ll never forget the feel of me. The problem is that if I claim her now, there’s no going back…not for her, and sure as hell not for me.
I rake a hand down my face, laughing once, a low, humorless sound. “The problem, princess, is that once I take you, you’re ruined for anyone else.”
Her lips part, her breath catching, but she doesn’t look away. She doesn’t flinch.
“Good,” she whispers, soft but steady. “That’s what I want.”
Her words slam into my chest like a fucking bullet.
I curse under my breath, gripping her hip hard enough that she gasps. “Careful what you wish for, baby girl.”
“I’m not scared of you,” she says, lifting her chin defiantly to look me in the eyes, “Daddy.”
I pull her against me and stand up. She gasps, her arms immediately circling my neck.
“What are you doing?” she asks, her voice shaking slightly like she already knows the answer.
“Granting your wish, princess,” I mutter, as I lay her gently on the bed. For a moment, I just stand over her, drinking in the sight—the tousled hair framing her flushed face, the wide brown eyes, the red lips already swollen from my kisses.
My beautiful, reckless, impossible girl.
I lower myself over her, pressing my mouth to hers in a slow kiss. I take my time, savoring her taste while my hands roam her body. I tug my shirt up her thighs, letting my fingers graze bare skin, and she shivers beneath me, so sensitive it damn near undoes me.
