Page 14 of Big Bodyguard
I whistle softly. “That explains why I ended up on my back in two seconds.”
He smirks faintly, but there’s a heaviness in his gaze now. “It explains more than that.”
I wait, letting him decide if he wants to share.
Finally, he says, “You see these scars, princess? Each one’s a reminder. Places I’ve been. People I couldn’t save. I train because…stopping means thinking. And thinking means remembering.”
My chest tightens. I reach for his hand, squeezing gently. “You saved me.”
His eyes meet mine, sharp blue softening just slightly. “That doesn’t erase the others.”
I swallow hard, searching for something to say, but words feel small. Instead, I lift his hand, pressing my lips to the back of it softly. “Maybe you don’t have to erase them. Maybe you just…start adding new memories. Better ones.”
Something flickers in his expression, surprise maybe, or something deeper he doesn’t want to reveal.
“Christ,” he mutters, cupping my cheek, dragging me closer until his lips brush mine again. “You’ll ruin me, princess.”
“Well, you ruined me first, so it’s only fair,” I tease, but my voice comes out soft, trembling.
His grip tightens, his thumb brushing over my lower lip. “Careful. You play that game with Daddy, and you won’t walk straight for a week.”
A shiver rockets through me at the way he says it, dark, promising, full of heat. I bite my lip, meeting his gaze with a spark of boldness I didn’t know I had.
“Maybe I wouldn’t mind,” I whisper.
His groan rumbles against my chest as his mouth crashes down on mine again, our laughter fading into breathless kisses.
He reaches between my legs, his fingers delving into my heat. He growls low in his throat when he realizes I don’t have panties on. The roughened pads of his fingers stroke over my clit and circle my opening before plunging inside.
With my lips pressed to his, I moan, my hips circling. He fingers me leisurely, fanning the fire in my core. Then his kiss gentles into a slow, deep fucking of my mouth. He cups me in his hand, his long middle finger sliding lazily in and out of me, his palmrubbing against my clit. I gasp, my body clamming up from an overload of pleasure.
His other hand grips my hip, holding me in place, restraining me.
Jack’s control seems absolute, his seduction wickedly precise, but he’s heaving with a force that suggests the depth of his desire.
I pull back and slide my hand into his pants, reaching for his cock.
“Fuck, princess,” he growls as I start to stroke him. His hips buck involuntarily even as his finger curves inside me. I feel thick drops of precum roll down my fingers to my fist.
“Charlie,” he pants. “Fuck.”
I stroke him again, my mouth watering as I watch him, wildly aroused by his pleasure and the knowledge that I have such a profound effect on such a blatantly sexual creature.
He lets out a gruff curse, his fingers leaving me as he grabs my hips, dislodging my grip on him. Then he yanks his pants down, driving his hard length into me.
I cry out, sinking my teeth into his shoulders as my sex clenches violently around the pulsing cock. His jaw and neck are taut with strain as he starts to come, spurting hot and hard inside me. Filling me.
My nails dig into the hard muscles of his back, my mouth opening to draw in desperate breaths of air.
“Take it,” he bites out, pushing harder and deeper inside of me. “Take me, princess.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I moan, welcoming the soreness of having him so deep. The orgasm takes me by surprise, my hips bucking as heated pleasure tears through me.
Instinct takes over, my hips moving of their own volition, my thighs clenching and releasing as I focus only on this moment…this man.
“That’s it, princess,” he encourages hoarsely, still hard inside me as if he didn’t just have a teeth-grinding climax.
His reaches down, his fingers wrapping around my throat. He squeezes gently, burying himself even deeper inside of me. He doesn’t pull back this time. Instead, he starts to grind, rolling his hips in a way that drives me over the edge.
