Page 30 of Her Guardian
And I don’t have to.
Boyd raises his hand and brushes a strand of my blonde hair out of my face. His touch is like fire that shoots straight through my body. His expression softens for a moment, but then it hardens, and I feel a flicker of fear as his hand moves to the back of my neck.
Until he kisses me.
Boyd’s lips are forceful and rough. I barely have time to part mine before his tongue is ravaging my mouth. His thick fingers grab every available inch of my blonde bob, and he pulls me closer until our bodies are pressed together.
The source of the heat is now seeping into my skin while my heart thunders out of control. I’ve lostallcontrol. It belongs to him now. I couldn’t get away from him if I tried, but I don’t want to. I’m exactly where the flutter wants me to be—whereIwant to be. I offered to leave. He gave me a reason to stay. Now I’m not going anywhere.
Except the bed behind me. Boyd’s lips part long enough for us both to gasp, then he kisses me again. He moves me toward the mattress, while the hand that isn’t tangled in my hair clamps on my waist and goes under my t-shirt. I moan into his mouth, and he devours it, kissing me with even more roughness and force.
He pulls my hair, and it breaks the seal our lips have formed. His green glare is almost piercing. Something primal lingers behind it that I haven’t seen yet, but now that I have, I can’t look away.
“If you don’t tell me to stop, I’m going to hurt you, little girl,” he growls, and the look in his eyes tells me to heed the warning. “I’m going to do things to you that you can’t even imagine. You’ll be mine ineveryway.”
“I-I’m not a little girl,” I say with less conviction than ever. “And I’ve got a great imagination.”
“You may regret this,” he sighs, leaning forward and kissing my neck as he strips his suit jacket off.
He’s right. Sarah Parker, the true-crime-junkie-slash-true-crime-podcaster will almost certainly regret this. Giving in to these feelings. Giving my firsteverythingto Big Mafia Boyd. But the flutter doesn’t care about tomorrow, the day after, or any of the days after that.
It only cares about right now, and right now, I’m in Boyd’s big, powerful arms. Right now, he’s pushing me against the mattress,and I have no choice but to tumble backwards. I barely feel the softness against my back before his heavy frame is on top of me.
One hand is still tangled in my hair. The other is pulling at my t-shirt. His lips are on mine again and it feels like he’s devouring my soul. I press my hands against his thick, muscular chest, and start unbuttoning his shirt. His skin sizzles against my fingertips for a moment, then both of my arms are tangled in my shirt.
Boyd tosses my t-shirt to the side once he strips it off my curvy frame, then he squeezes my breasts through my bra. His fingers dig into the fabric, and he doesn’t bother unclasping it. The clasps bend and break as he rips my bra away. I hear the broken clasps clink when my bra lands somewhere close to the dresser.
Both of his hands squeeze my breasts, and I whimper into his mouth as my nipples harden into pebbles against his callused, possessive touch.
I fumble my hands back to his chest. I finally get enough buttons undone to push his shirt off. His bare skin presses against mine. The heat is practically scorching, but I don’t want to stop dancing in the flames.
Our lips are seared together and when they finally part, it feels like he takes a part of me with him.
“This is what you want?” Boyd clarifies, dragging his fingers down my stomach until they’re wrapped around the front of my jeans. “Me? You want me to make you scream?”
“Yes,” I whimper. “I want… you.”
A rumble echoes in Boyd’s chest, and he starts unfastening my jeans. My core clenches with anticipation, sending shockwaves through my body.
Boyd strips off my jeans and panties with one yank. So hard they hit the wall behind the other bed. His mountainous frame forces my legs apart and I feel the cool air between my legs. I’m so aroused I can’t see straight. I don’t care if it hurts. I don’t care about anything but the need burning through me.
Thick fingers dig into my thighs and pin them to the mattress. Boyd presses himself against me and I feel his hard cock. It makes my walls twitch as I imagine him inside me. As big as he is, that’s definitely going to hurt.
Boyd kisses my neck, then moves down to my breasts. His furious tongue moves against my pebbled nipples until my back arches, but that’s all I can do because I’m pinned down. He sucks a hard nipple into his mouth, his tongue caressing the nub.
I’m getting wetter. I can feel it. Everything about Boyd makes me want more. He kisses lower and his tongue swirls. Between my breasts. Along my stomach. Around my belly button.
Lower and lower until I feel the heat of his breath on my wet slit.
I realize what he’s going to do a second before his hungry tongue parts my folds. Then his tongue seems to be everywhere like a wild animal tasting prey. He’s rough and ravenous. His big tongue massages my clit, laps at my juice, and pushes inside me until the penetration makes me gasp.
I never imagined it could feel this good.
“You’re mine now,” Boyd rasps. “All fucking mine.”
My back arches again and Boyd’s tongue keeps furiously sending ripples of pleasure through my body. I don’t want him to stop, but I can’t vocalize it. His tongue moves so fast it takes my breath away. My gasps get caught in my throat. My head spins as I tryto get oxygen into my lungs. The ripples of pleasure build into waves that rock my core.
I’m going to come.
