Page 13 of Jealous Bodyguard

He could have had me over the end of the sofa the second we met if he’d wanted. And any man who can make a girl squirt without even touching her isn’t one I’m willing to argue with right now. If he wants to take the lead, that’s fine by me.

I could be dreaming, but kissing Steve feels like the realest thing that’s ever happened to me.

“But how?” I ask. I have to. My eyes scanning the bed I’m lying in. Steve patiently holding off on his next kiss while I get my bearings just a little. The room beyond is blocked by Steve's massive frame as he sits on the edge.

But seriously, what the hell? One minute, I’m kidnapped by my bodyguard, and the next? I’m kidnapped by myotherbodyguard…

Thank heavens the right one snatched me, though. I don't even want to know what Melinda had planned for me. And if the pounding in my chest matches the one in Steve’s, I don’t need a degree in biology to piece together what he has planned for me.

Maybe he sent the note? Maybe he's gonna breed from me?

Maybe I think that’s a great idea!

“I’ll explain later,” he assures me, tracing a thick finger into a stray bang of my hair and curling it behind my ear. “All you need to know is you're safe here, and we don't have to do anything you don't want to.”

Like… go back home to my dad? Because right now, I think I never want to go home again.

Anyplace where Steve's acting like this is the only place I want to be from now on.

I stab a series of nods in reply, unable to stop my real need to have him kiss me again showing. My rapid breaths and little sounds seem to go on forever before he spoils me again. Only this time, he asks, like a gentleman.

“Can I kiss you, Stacey? I mean… do you want me-”

For once in my life, I let my mouth do the talking. And not with words. I’ve never kissed a boy, let alone a real-life man like Steve. But call it virgin's instinct, or maybe just years of pent-up frustration, but my amateur kissing skills don't seem to bother Steve one bit. Not even when it's clear how hot it's getting in here. Wherever we are.

I catch snippets of the room I can tell belongs to him. In between my eyes rolling back into my head once Steve heads straight for second base, already eyeing the steal on third if his roaming hands are anything to go by. The thick, warm strength of his whole hand between my legs is enough to make me forget all about where we are and focus more on what he’s doing.

I can already feel the tingling pressure inside me building. The pounding rush of blood in my ears because I know this time, it’s him for real. Not just me watching. I’m gonna have his huge body and that massive dick of his all over me and inside me.

It’s no wonder I’m moaning like a whore by the time he stops just long enough to slip his shirt off, prying my legs gently open, and moving himself over the top of me.

Isn’t this too soon? Is it too much?

Uh, yeah it is. And I’d like to up-size to a triple helping, please…

9

STEVE

Just like in her room, once I have Stacey all to myself, I can’t control it. I can’t do or think about anything that isn’t me and her joined together.

The safe house is a half hour from her daddy’s mansion. Who knew that all these years, my own little mansion, my lake house was so close to Stacey the whole time?

I’m banking on Melinda buying me a little time, a couple of hours at least. But between the drive and getting Stacey inside, safe in bed. I’m at a bursting point just watching her sleep until I can’t take it.

My lips on hers unconscious isn’t how I would have planned our first kiss. But then again, me yanking off into her panties within the hour of meeting her goes to show that this isn’t your run-of-the-mill older guy falling for a girl half his age instant obsession.

When I ask her once she wakes up if it’s what she really wants. When she kisses me back in reply, it’s like nothing else but this moment between us matters. Her hands over my body aren’t pushing me away and her tongue rolling over mine sure as hell isn’t crying for help. No.

She wants this as much as I do, and the urgency of our need is only made clearer by the drama that’s thrown us together.

I deal with excitement and danger on a daily basis, but nothing could have prepared me for this assignment. Stacey’s the one. She’s my future as well as my present.

Feeling her yield to me, lying back and wriggling on the spot as I start to undress, I think we’ve moved way past the kissing stage.

Running my hands up the inside of her thighs, she shudders. I begin to slide her clothes off for her. Gently easing her free from everything that’s been blocking the view I’ve craved the moment I saw her.

Her thick chest half spills from her bra, making me groan at the sight. Doubting I’ll be able to contain myself for another second, but knowing this hardness I have for her isn’t a one-trick pony.

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