I wanted her to know I wouldn’t let go unless she wanted me to.
I reached to pull up my underwear and semi-zip my pants so I wouldn’t trip as I grabbed her, walking her over to the counter where her cosmetics were laid out. I swept them aside and dropped her on the counter, and I wasn’t gentle about it. I knew Summer could take it.
Her mouth dropped open, turned-on. She liked it when I manhandled her.
She spread her thighs for me as I got down on my knees, leaning back against the mirrored wall as I buried my face in her pussy.
I ate her out fast and hungry. And she rocked her hips into me like she wanted more, much more of what I was giving her…
I pressed her thighs apart and shoved my index finger up inside her. She was slick and slippery, hot. I groaned against her clit. She gasped and buried her hand in my hair, pulling it as she gripped me. She was holding my hair back so she could watch me between her legs.
Fuck, that turned me on.
I fucking loved that she wasn’t shy or hesitant about anything she wanted.
My cock throbbed, starting to harden again, confused about whether we were coming or going here…
Coming. Definitely coming.
At least, she was gonna be coming if I had anything to say about it. Fast and hard and several times.
I nudged my middle finger against her tight little asshole, stroking; she was smooth there, like she was pretty much everywhere else, everything neatly shaved or waxed. She squirmed hungrily, moaning. I glanced up at her in her see-through bra, leaned back on the mirror, her hair falling out of the bun she’d tied it in under the wig.
“Let your hair down,” I growled.
She untied it, shaking it out around her shoulders.
“Fuck, you’re so sexy,” I told her. Then I dove back in, slicking my tongue over her clit again and again as she cried out. I swept my fingertip over her tight opening again, pressing gently, and I felt her relax, opening a bit under the pressure.
When she made those little mewling, helpless noises, her thighs going limp around my face, I pushed into her.
Smooth. Hot. Velvet…
Squeezing me.
Her gasps and cries got louder as I worked her, both holes, screwing my fingers as deep as I could get them as she bore down on me. Then I sucked on her clit, and I felt the shudders deep inside her body as she let go.
She cried out, screaming as I wrung the orgasm from her. Her whole body shuddered and shook, and I just kept stroking, sucking, licking until she eventually sagged beneath me and pawed weakly at my neck.
I slid my fingers out of her and kissed her pussy, her thighs, her stomach.
I met her eyes, and she gazed at me, looking bleary and speechless.
“You want another one of those, sweetheart?” I asked her, my voice thick with lust.
“Yes… please,” she said weakly.
I reached to grab my dick out of my pants, standing up. I was hard again, and shifted my hips into place. “I want to fuck you again.”
Her eyes went wide with appreciation, and I shoved into her. I fucked her hard and as fast as I could manage, slamming myself against her clit, over and over, as she gasped and tried to keep up. She clawed at my ass and ground herself against me. Her head snapped back and she met my eyes, right before she came again.
I felt her pussy shuddering, gripping me, and she fell back against the mirror again.
“Oh my God…” she breathed.
My chest fucking swelled at that look of satisfaction on her face.
I kissed her as she went limp. I was still fucking her, slowly. I was still hard. I didn’t think I could actually come again so soon, but being inside her felt so fucking good. She was hot and so soft and wet… And the feel of her all weak and spent beneath me made the caveman in me ridiculously satisfied.
“Can I… can I get you off again?” she asked, barely able to speak.
“Don’t worry about me. I’m fucking fine.” I kissed her, deep and slow, as her pulse thudded through her body, gradually slowing. Then I pulled my mouth away, just a bit. “You know what you can do for me, though?”
She looked up into my eyes.
“No afterparty tonight,” I told her. “I want to take you home. Alone.”
“I want to make you come again,” she breathed.
I groaned, pulling out of her. I blew out a breath. “Deal.” I did up my pants, awkwardly, fighting down the hard-on. “At your place. I want you on your knees in your studio with that hot ass of yours in the air.”
She lit up with a big, sex-satisfied smile. “I like your style, Ronan Sterling.”
I like your everything.
I caught my breath as I watched her trying to sort out her tangled panties; they’d ended up hooked around one ankle, caught on her sexy shoe. I sat down on the small couch and just watched her get dressed without another word.
Yeah. I was falling for her. There was no question of that in my mind.
I wondered if she knew it, too.
I wondered if I’d love it, or if it would scare me to death.
I didn’t even know what the fuck I was doing. I’d never been in this position before.
I’d definitely never come close to falling in love with one of my clients.
Bodyguards didn’t fall in love.
They weren’t supposed to get all wrapped up in the lives of their clients, and they definitely weren’t supposed to fall in love with them.
And yet… that was exactly what I was doing.
It wasn’t just the hot-as-fuck sex.
It wasn’t just how she looked or the primal turn-on of being in the position of protecting her.
It was her.
I knew who I was and what I wanted. I knew my own mind.
I knew my own heart. Cold and dead as it once was…
Right now,
