Wild About The Bodyguard (7 page)

“
Well, the
costumes are amazing. Tassels and sequins.” She paused. “Leather
and ropes...”

He was
standing directly behind her now. Every time he spoke, his words
seemed to seep into her skin, heating her cheeks and her bones. He
put it out there.

“
Are you
purposely trying to tease me, Sammy?”

A thrill
swirled around her stomach. “What would you say if I
am?”

“
I’d say that
I usually don’t get too close to a client.”

“
How close is
too close?”

His breath
brushed her temple as he murmured close to her ear, “This
close.”

Standing at
Sammy’s back, looking down over her shoulder, Chase watched her
breasts rise and fall—a deep and spellbinding rhythm. As his lips
skimmed her perfumed hair, she seemed to quiver and then
melt.

He edged
closer until his belt grazed the dip of her back. His erection
reared at the same time his lungs sent a message:
need more air
.
Controlling each breath, he dropped his head a few inches more to
the exposed slope of her neck.

When his mouth
touched her skin, she shivered; nipples pebbled under her Tee.
Edging in more, he swept his lips over that spot again. Her hands
bunched at her sides at the same time her head rocked back and a
soft, wanting sound left her throat.

“
My thought
processes aren’t clicking over too well at moment.” His fingers
slipped over the curve of her hip. “Mind if I make a
suggestion?”

“
Shoot.”

“
We might be
able to concentrate better if we get this other stuff out of the
way.”

When her
bottom nudged back against his thighs, he let his palm skim toward
the front of her skirt. As her head rocked back more, he saw her
eyes drift shut.

“
What other
stuff?” she asked with a ghost of a smile on her lips. “Be more
specific?”

“
Sammy.” His
hand settled on the vee between her thighs “We need to make
love.”

His fingers
hooked gently in and then up. When she dissolved back against him
and her hand covered his, the pulse in his loins began to pound.
Pressing her against him, he slid his lips up the curve of her neck
to her ear.

“
You’re not
seeing anyone?” he asked, nibbling her lobe and loving when she
dissolved against him. “Not with anyone?”

She made that
sound in her throat again, and then slanted her head to give his
mouth better access.

“
I’m
embarrassed to say how long it’s been.”

His other hand
ironed over her ribs, brushing under the fall of her
breasts.

“
A month?” he
asked.

“
For us good
girls, that’s a splash in the ocean.”

At the same
time he rotated her around, he scooped one hand under her nape; the
other hand secured the small of her back. He caught her
heavy-lidded look a heartbeat before his mouth dropped over hers.
When her lips parted beneath his, heat rushed through his veins. He
twined hair around his fingers and tugged lightly so that her head
tipped back more.

His tongue
swept beyond the seams of her lips, running over her teeth. He
discerned the tang of beer before the kiss deepened more. When his
palm slid down over her behind, a whimper vibrated up from her
chest. His need to know every part of her tightened around him,
seizing like a vice.

Two small
hands drove up either side of his working jaw. When she opened her
mouth wider, inviting him deeper, testosterone soaked every cell
and every pore. She fit so well. Tasted so damn good. The way her
tongue played against his in a perfectly-timed sequence of thrusts
and sweeps, it was all he could do to stop from rushing it to
second, and then third base...from sweeping her up in his arms and
finding any soft place to land.

At the fringes
of his mind, he felt pressure—small palms pressing on his chest.
Surfacing, he prised his mouth away from hers. She was out of
breath, sucking down air and holding her brow, like her head might
be spinning.

“
Guess it’s
been a while for you, too,” she said.

He frowned.
Had he been rough? “You okay?”

She reached
for him again. “Oh, yeah.”

He helped her
drag her shirt up over her head, revealing jaw-dropping breasts in
lacy half-cups. He caught her around the waist and, pressing her
body against his, raised her slowly up and off her feet. When her
breasts reached his chin, he cut back to the kitchen and sat her on
the counter.

He scooped her
out from the cups. Weighing a breast in each palm, he lowered his
head over hers again. While he kissed her thoroughly, his thumbs
brushed and teased two erect tips. When he groaned and sucked her
tongue into his mouth, she knotted her fingers in his hair and
urged him in more. He lightly pinched each peak, and then grazed
and pinched again.

When she
thrust up against him, he broke the kiss and ran the tip of his
tongue down her neck, between her cleavage and then across to one
side. As she sighed and arched back, something clattered; he
guessed she’d knocked over a beer. He was more interested in
drawing that nipple back into his mouth.

While a small
palm swept over his shoulder, one shapely leg bent, lifting until
her inner knee pressed against his ear. Words filtered in through
the fog.

“
Do you have
protection?”

He spoke
around the nipple nestled on the curl of his tongue. “I have a
condom.”

“
As in
one
?”

“
I’ll get
more.”

He imagined
her smile as she hooked that leg around his back. “One’s a good
start.”

He pulled
back. Lifting his arms, he let her tug the shirt up and over his
head. Then, for a racing heartbeat, he stopped to study the
masterpiece sitting half naked before him. He liked the picture of
her breasts spilling out over those crescents of lace. But that
skirt had to go. His jeans, too.

Wrapping an
arm around her waist, he lifted her bottom up and a little off the
counter. They both tugged at the beer-damp skirt and it dropped to
the floor. Before ditching his jeans and his shorts, he slapped his
wallet with its enclosed condom on the dry side of the counter. But
as he came forward, Sammy set her hands against his chest once
again.

He blew out a
breath. “What’s wrong now?”

“
I’m
just…reacquainting my memory.”

Reaching out,
she filed a single fingertip around the tip of his
erection.

Her touch was
feathery—barely there—and yet the visceral reaction from the
contact was colossal. A part of him wanted to take this slowly,
draw it out. A more urgent side was growling,
Screw that.

He folded his
hand over hers and tightened his grip until the throb pulsated
through to the marrow of his bones. Then he guided her fist toward
his groin. Aware of perspiration breaking out down the dent of his
spine, he held that position, revelling in the burn and
anticipation before easing her fist back up all the way.

His voice was
gravelled—strained. “Worked that into your data bank
yet?”

She kept her
gaze on their still joined hands. “Go over it one more time for me,
will you?”

Squeezing his
gluts, bracing his legs, he loosened his grip a little; he had to
be squashing her hand. Then, for a second time, he dragged her fist
down to the root. Clenching his jaw, he let the heat simmer for a
second before wringing their hold back up to the smouldering
tip.

She wet her
lips and audibly swallowed. “How do you feel,” she asked, “about
oral sex?”

Beneath both
their hands, his erection shuddered.

As Chase
kissed her again, Sammy tried to steady herself. Since the day
she’d spied him soaping up in that shower stall, she’d lain awake
nights thinking how awesome it would be to have his P.I. experience
on her side. She’d also fantasised about something like
this...feeling his lips moving over her body, having his hot hands
exploring and kneading her skin.

This was only
the third time they’d been alone together—they weren’t much more
than strangers. And yet everything about this felt so incredibly
right…as if neither one could stop it if they tried. Every inch of
her ached to know the limits of his touch. Each breath and sigh
only made her want him more.

With him
towering over her, kissing her deeply, he manoeuvred the briefs
from under her behind and off her legs. With underpants gone and
breasts hanging out, she braced herself while he whipped a foil
wrapper from his wallet. When he was sheathed, he swept her off the
kitchen counter. Her legs lashed around his hips at the same time
his mouth locked on hers again.

He reversed up
until the expanse between his shoulder blades smacked the wall and
set that photo frame rattling. With his mouth glued to hers, and
his feet planted away from the wall, he shifted one hand under her
behind to support and balance her weight. Then the sheathed tip of
him nudged at the apex of her thighs.

When he
dragged his lips away from hers, she searched his simmering gaze.
As if she weighed as much as a ragdoll, he hitched her up and then
eased her down. This time, his swollen tip entered her and her
breath was snatched clean away.

A pulse at the
side of his shadowed jaw beat as he held her gaze and rotated her
hips. Each time he moved, he rubbed a hyper-sensitive spot just
inside of her, making her quiver and glow. With her arms knotted
around his neck, she bit her lip as a sob of pleasure pushed up her
throat.

She managed to
stretch high enough to position her breasts at the level of his
mouth. Moving in, he latched on to a nipple before he lifted her
bottom up and then pushing her down again. This time, that hot-spot
sensation gripped her so hard, her inner walls contracted and
refused to let go.

While heat
sizzled through her, he continued to pump, and then grind. As his
tongue flicked her nipple, the hand under her behind shifted
across. When a fingertip brushed the bridge between her openings,
she moaned at the same time her legs began to twitch.

She locked her
ankles more firmly around the small of his back and, clinging to
his neck, synced up with his rhythm. While they worked together,
some thrusts drove in so hard and deep, stars began to spark and
then shoot off in her head.

When the
orgasm hit, her womb contracted around a series of white-hot waves.
Each spasm was so intense, nothing else seemed to exist. As her
legs tightened more, she ground down and let out a groan that
punched up from her toes. He pulled her up, pushed her down, and
then a second climax went off.

When the power
of each wave began to ebb, catching her breath, Sammy became aware
of her surroundings—of her partner. Chase’s face was buried in the
crook of her neck. His shoulder blades were still propped against
the wall, and his throbbing length was buried deep inside of her.
His body was steaming.

Oh,
right.

He’d climaxed,
too.

All the plates
and columns of his muscled flesh tensed and shuddered a final time.
After a few seconds, he exhaled against the sweep of her neck and
locked tendons—as well as the snake on his shoulder—seemed to
relax. As she stroked his hair and dropped a breathy kiss on his
damp temple, the monster grips on her lower cheeks eased, too. She
imagined two arcs of fingertip bruises on her butt, not that she
cared.

When his heavy
gaze found hers, she brushed the sweat from his brow, and then ran
her palm over the sheen settled on the ledge of that serpent
shoulder. Patches of hair on his big beautiful chest glistened. She
fanned a hand over one pec and smiled when it responded, flexing
beneath her touch. With the post-coital haze still clouding his
eyes, he studied every inch of her face, her neck and her breasts.
Leaning forward, bobbing lower, he dropped a tender kiss on one
nipple then the other.

“
Beard burn,”
he noted. “Does it hurt?”

“
So bad, I
want to do it again.”

The muscles in
his arms locked as he angled forward and drew one tender peak back
onto his tongue. Still stroking his hair, she surrendered to the
kindling heat stirring again in her belly. His mouth was pure
magic. Each sweep of his tongue left her giddy. She wanted to spend
the next week naked in bed with this man. On second thoughts, make
it a month.

When a hand
wound around her nape and his mouth covered hers, she cupped his
scratchy jaw and surrendered. He kissed her slow and deep, and as
that flawless caress gradually broke, she knew her grin was
wry.

“
You want to
do it again, don’t you?”

He rested his
brow against hers. “Give the lady a gold star.”

“
Except we
don’t have another condom, remember?”

“
I also
remember,” he drawled, “you mentioned oral sex.”