He struggled to pull his pants back up. He was fully dressed and I was buck naked. He zipped up, awkwardly, and I climbed over him and settled on his lap, sighing raggedly as I curled into his warmth.
He put his arms around me.
My heart wouldn’t stop pounding.
Holy… fuck.
That was fast and furious, and felt like foreplay for doing it again.
And again.
“Now will you admit that I’m more to you than a client?” I said dryly. I was still a wet mess, my pussy throbbing and my heart stuttering.
He took my chin in his hand and pulled my face to his. “Yeah,” he said, his voice rough with some emotion I couldn’t quite put my finger on. The man was always so guarded, I’d never seen that emotion in his eyes before. “I admit it.”
“Good. Now are you gonna take me on a date?”
He sighed, his hand drifting down my side and landing on my thigh, where it squeezed gently. “I think in public we should maintain that I’m just your bodyguard.”
He actually said that to me, with my bare tits in his face.
I drew a breath to retaliate, and he added, “For now,” then pulled me to him and kissed me so softly with his luscious, sexy mouth, that I forgot what I was about to say. “For your safety,” he murmured against my lips.
“Ugh. Unfair. When I feel so completely safe in your arms right now.”
“Good.”
“Okay, fine,” I agreed. “Out there, you’re just my bodyguard. But in here…” I ran my finger down his chest and kissed him again, lightly. “You’re mine. You are much more than my bodyguard, Ronan Sterling. You’re my fuck toy. And I get that dick of yours… and this tongue… and these hands… whenever I want them.”
He raised an eyebrow at me. “Does that go both ways?”
“Absolutely.”
He licked his lip, then squeezed my breast and fed it to his mouth. He gave my nipple a suck while looking in my eyes, then let his teeth graze the sensitive pink tip. My mouth fell open. A delicious shiver ran through me… and I wanted to rearrange myself in his lap so I could climb onboard his fun stick all over again.
I drifted my fingers over his chest. “How soon can we do that again?”
“Not here,” he said. He drifted a thumb tauntingly over my pulsing nipple. “We need to get your clothes on. Because if Andre comes back and sees you like this…” His eyes drifted over my sex-hazed face and down my naked body. “I’d hate to have to murder him and leave him in the woods.”
“That would be a damn shame,” I agreed. “I like Andre.”
He grumbled something that sounded like fucking guy.
I ran my fingers over his lip and kissed him again, lingering. My tongue snuck out to drift along his full lower lip. The man was pure catnip. I couldn’t stop licking him.
Or thinking about getting his cock in my mouth again…
Maybe while I was down on my knees, with him standing over me. He’d like that, wouldn’t he? Alpha that he was.
I couldn’t wait to find out…
It was so damn easy to make him come. Like a trigger just waiting to be squeezed.
Obviously, he’d wanted me long before we got down to it in this car.
I wanted to do it again.
I wanted to get him naked and figure out all the ways I could make him come.
I wriggled a little in his lap, rubbing my pussy on that tantalizing beast in his jeans. It was maybe halfway hard, but I was confident I could get him going again. And again.
There was too much lustful build-up between us to be sated with one fast, frantic screw.
“Later,” he whispered, kissing me again.
A grin spread across my lips. “Where?”
“Anywhere but here,” he promised.
Then headlights lit us up. A car was approaching on the road, from behind us, and Ronan’s eyes went wide. “Pants on. Now,” he ordered.
“Yes, sir.” I reached to casually pluck my pants off the floor and started wriggling back into them.
Secretly, I kinda loved it when he gave me orders. As long as they were sex-related.
“And put your tits away too,” he growled.
When I was too slow about it for his liking, he helped me scoop them back into my bra as I put it on. Then he stretched the bra cups down and snuck in a couple of final licks, his tongue swiping over each nipple.
“Tease,” I hissed, as I squirmed in his lap. But I was grinning when I said it.
I really wouldn’t mind if he teased me all day.
As long as he fucked me at the end of it.
Chapter Twenty
Ronan
The next few days were a fucking blur.
I spent most of them in bed with Summer.
It started with the several hours of sex back at the bed and breakfast in the middle of the night, in Summer’s room, where we made out like a couple of teenagers for so long my lips pretty much went numb. I kissed her all over her gorgeous body. I ate out her pussy, slowly, until I made her come.
Then I fucked her on the bed, me on top of her this time. I rammed my cock into her warmth, over and again, fucking insatiable… with her legs wrapped around me and her kisses on my skin. I made her come again, with my dick inside her, and I fucking savored every shudder and shiver of her body under mine.
When she was satisfied, I pulled out and she got me off with her hands. I came on her gorgeous tits as she lay beneath me, and I felt like a fucking god or something.
She was so gorgeous, so fucking sexy… so hot for me…
And Jesus Christ, the woman knew how to fuck.
Afterwards, we were both parched and exhausted.
We could hardly move, but somehow we managed to shower, while groping each other and making out some more.
In bed again, in the dark, our hands kept straying over each other’s naked bodies
