Page 64 of The Bodyguard
I needed to prove to myself that this anxious feeling I’d had all day about leaving Brin behind meant nothing. I needed to show her—and me, too—that just because we’d had sex didn’t mean anything had changed.
I needed to tell her that it was a one-time thing. And, despite it being the best sex either of us ever had, we wouldn’t be doing it again.
I shouldn’t tell her it was the best sex I’d ever had. She would read into that.
But it was. It was the way she just handed herself over to me. No restraint. No barriers. Hell, my ears were still ringing from how fucking loud she was. And it wasn’t some show. She’d just been in the moment, loving what I was doing to her body.
Loving…
Shit. Yeah, I needed to go and do this now. Set things straight with her before they got out of hand.
I drove back out to the ranch way too fast, but since I was the law in this town it wasn’t like anyone was going to stop me. I parked in my driveway and got out of my truck, and when I opened the door to my home I was hit with the smell of home cooking and chocolate.
I removed my utility belt and holster, set them on the table near the door, and slowly made my way to the kitchen. I saw the plate of brownies, the perfectly even, perfectly stacked confections on the kitchen island. Brin had her back to me while she was stirring something in a pan.
“Hey,” she said. “I know you’re thinking you want to eat a brownie. Which you should, because they are the best brownies ever. But you should save your appetite because dinner is going to be good.”
I looked her up and down. She’d changed into a pair of dark skinny jeans, an off-the-shoulder T-shirt, and a pair of red stiletto pumps.
“You cook in high heels?”
She glanced over her shoulder at me and winked. “I do everything in high heels.”
And suddenly they were gone. All the things I was going to say. Every line I had practiced in my truck getting here. The ache from this morning was back and I wanted to crush it.
I only knew one way to do that. I wrapped my arm around her waist, pulling her away from the stove. I turned off the heat under what looked like some type of casserole.
“But…” she protested.
“Come shower with me,” I said as I pressed a kiss against her neck. Then I rubbed my face against that smooth, soft skin. The day’s stubble would mark her, but I didn’t care. Because when I was done fucking her I wanted to see all the marks I was going to leave on her body while I ate the damn brownies she’d made for me.
She tightened for a second. Probably had no idea what to expect from me, and since I was doing the exact opposite of what I had told myself I would do, I couldn’t blame her.
But I was done thinking for now.
“Okay,” she sighed.
Right. Because when it came to me, she was helpless. I took her hand and pulled her along with me to my bedroom.
“Get naked. Now.”
I started working on the buttons of my uniform. I didn’t want to have to wait until I was naked to undress her. Another hesitation, but then she was lifting her shirt over her head. Stepping out of the stilettos. My mouth nearly ran dry when she pushed her pants down her legs and stood in front of me in a black lace bra and matching thong.
“Did you wear this for me?” I had pulled my shirt and undershirt off but that was it. I moved toward her and cupped her lace-covered breasts in my hands. “Did you put this on this morning hoping I would walk in and do this?”
I dropped my mouth to her hard nipple and bit down gently through the lace.
“Garrett,” she sighed.
“Tell me,” I said, moving on to her other breast, the other hard nipple. “You did, didn’t you? You wanted me to see you like this.” I slid my hand down over her flat stomach and pushed my fingers into her panties. She was already soaking wet for me.
“No, I…didn’t. It’s just my underwear.”
“Liar,” I said, even as I pushed a finger deep inside her. Her head fell back and she groaned in that loud way she had, like she wasn’t holding anything back.
I stepped away to give myself a minute. If I didn’t take a breath I was going to throw her on the bed and take her hard. She wasn’t ready for that yet. She needed to trust her partner. Needed to know completely that everything I was going to do to her was going to make her feel good. Until that point when she realized that a hard, mindless fuck sometimes felt better than anything.
I took off the rest of my clothes even as she removed her bra and panties. I took her hand and pulled her toward my bathroom. I had a day of work on me, and besides needing to wash that off, I wanted to take my time touching her. I stopped at the nightstand next to my bed and opened the top drawer to get a condom out.
