Necessary Risk (Bodyguard) (32 page)

Dry enough, he dropped his towel on the floor and then pulled her toward him with her own towel. He kissed her, rubbing his hands over her shoulders, over her arms, down her back. He worked the towel over her breasts and stomach, kneading her hips and pulling her against him so that his hard cock slid against the soft skin of her belly. She slid her hands up his chest and over his shoulders, and she made that quiet, humming purr that drove him crazy. He deepened the kiss, his mouth hungry against hers, and the now familiar urgency began to spread between them, so he gentled the kiss. He wanted it slow and sweet, wanted her begging for him as he made love to her as many times as she’d let him.

“Tell me again.” She trailed her lips over his prickly jaw, nipping at him in between words, and he knew exactly what she wanted to hear. He was happy to oblige.

He let her towel fall to the floor, and he pressed his lips to her neck, kissing and sucking. She shivered when he teased the spot below her ear with his tongue. “I’m in love with you, Sierra.” He kissed her again, a slow, sweet, lingering kiss.

She broke the kiss and threaded her fingers through his, guiding him to a sitting position on the edge of the couch in the suite’s living room. Holding his gaze, she sank to her knees in front of him. He looked down at her and ran a hand through her hair, his breath hitching in his chest. She kissed a path across his abdomen, starting at one hip and ending at the other. His erection twitched against her cheek, and she smiled, trailing her mouth over the muscles along his hip. She slipped her hand around his cock, her touch light and teasing, and she looked up at him, her beautiful green eyes glittering. “I’m in love with you too.”

Sierra feathered kisses over the tip of his cock, dragging her lips against him. He watched her, transfixed. She swirled her tongue around the head of his cock, and pleasure flared up his spine, heat pooling low in his gut. Cupping his balls with one hand, she stroked down his length and pressed the tip against her lips. In one smooth movement, she took him into her mouth as deep as she could, and a ragged moan tore from his throat.

She looked up at him again, and his heart unraveled at the sight of her on her knees in front of him, his cock filling her mouth. She pulled slowly back, a naughty grin on her face.

“Oh, fuck. Do that again.” His voice was rough, maybe even shaking a little, and his hands cradled her face.

She stroked him once before taking his length into her mouth a second time. He gathered her damp hair away from her face, holding it in a loose fist against the back of her head, encouraging her with the slightest pressure. She swirled her tongue over him, teasing and tasting. Gently massaging, she fondled his balls, and he was amazed he was still sitting upright. His vision narrowed and his muscles tensed under the intense pleasure. The wet heat of her mouth, coupled with the sight of her lips stretched around his cock, was almost too much, and heat fanned out across his skin.

Once more she took him as deep as she could, and a groan rumbled from his chest as she found a steady rhythm, through with teasing. The urge to pump his hips told him he was close, and he let go of her hair and squeezed her shoulders, pulling her up from her knees. Immediately his mouth was on hers.

She broke the kiss, her breathing heavy. “I wasn’t finished.”

“Not tonight. I want to come inside you.”

She smiled at him, biting her lip, and a fresh wave of arousal rolled through him. He scooped her up and cradled her against his chest, carrying her to the nearest bedroom in the suite. She looped her arms around his neck, and she kissed his chest, her mouth lingering over his heart, which felt as if it were about to burst.

He eased down onto the bed, still holding her, with his back against the headrest. She turned to straddle him, and they both let out a low moan when his cock slid against the slick flesh of her pussy. She settled against him, threading her fingers in his hair as they kissed. He’d never get enough of her mouth. She rocked against him, and he was about to push up into her when he remembered that the condoms were in his bag, which was still by the door.

She rocked against him again, her voice a breathy moan when she spoke. “Don’t make me wait, Sean. I’m about to lose my mind.”

Need pulsed through his veins, and he ground his hips up into her. “Condoms are in the other room. I’ll be right back.” He kissed her neck and then started to move her off him, but she shook her head.

“No.”

He pulled back, his eyebrows raised. “What?”

“I don’t want to use one. I’m on the pill.” She pulled back to look at him. “What do you think?”

His head spun for a second, his hands trembling slightly at the idea of being bare inside her. “Are you sure?”

“I want to feel you, Sean. I don’t want anything between us.”

“Fuck,” he groaned, his cock already in his hand. She lifted her hips, and he lined up the bare head of his cock at her impossibly hot, slick entrance.

She pressed her forehead to his, her eyes holding his as she slowly sank down onto him. They each let out a shuddering moan.

“Yes,” she hissed out, rocking up and then sinking down even farther. His hips rose up off the bed, and he closed his eyes, trying to center himself against the onslaught of intense pleasure rippling through him. She clenched around him, and he groaned, able to feel every pulse, the slick heat of her with nothing between them better than he could’ve imagined.

“You feel incredible inside me.” Her voice was soft and breathy, and throbbing pleasure radiated through him as she stretched to accommodate him. He kissed her, nearly overwhelmed by the intimacy of the moment.

He managed a low chuckle. “I don’t even have words for how good this feels.”

She kissed his neck. “And how right.” She rocked her hips, and he flexed his hips up, pushing deeper into her and drawing a long, loud moan from her. Their mouths met, and his tongue slid against hers in a rhythm that echoed the slide of his body into hers. His hands caressed her back as she moved against him, and he let go of everything he’d been holding on to. He didn’t have room to love her and carry the rest of the shit he’d been dragging around for so long.

And he chose to love her. Given the opportunity, he’d spend the rest of his life choosing to love her.

He ground deliberately against her clit every time he thrust into her, bringing her closer and closer, her muscles fluttering around him. Gradually their tempo increased, becoming faster and more frenzied until their skin glistened with sweat. Sierra shuddered and bucked her hips against him as she came, a refrain of “Oh, God, Sean,” falling repeatedly from her kiss-swollen lips. He thrust one final time, and his cock pulsed inside her as he came.

They stayed still for a moment, chests rising and falling. She pressed her face into his neck, trailing featherlight kisses across his skin and then resting her head on his shoulder. He dipped his head and inhaled her addictive scent, wanting to memorize this moment. He caressed his hands up and down her back and kissed the top of her head, and she sighed, snuggling into him a little more. They basked silently in the afterglow, and an intense rush of euphoria washed over him.

*  *  *

Several hours later Sierra lay with her head on Sean’s chest, her fingers trailing through his chest hair. Her muscles were weak, her body limp from the pleasure Sean had spent hours wringing from her. A white-hot bolt of lightning burned its way across the sky, a booming echo of thunder following closely behind. Rain pelted the window, soft and rhythmic.

They were inching closer to dawn, but she was too alive and awake to even think about sleeping. Every single time she closed her eyes, she saw Sean, rain dripping down his face, telling her he’d loved her since the day he’d met her, and her entire body bloomed all over again. And she knew, after the way he’d made love to her, after the raw intensity in his eyes as they’d connected with nothing between them, that he was telling the truth. She saw the way he looked at her, and it only made her love him more. Love him harder. Love him bigger than she’d thought possible.

After each time they’d had sex, they’d lain in each other’s arms, talking about everything and anything. She’d told him more about her dad, about growing up in Hollywood, about the shows she’d worked on. He’d told her more about playing baseball, getting drafted by the Giants, and even playing a few big league games. They’d swapped college stories—he’d gone to Cal State Fullerton, while she’d gone to UCLA—and talked about their families. She’d told him about dating Jack, and he’d told her that he didn’t really date much. The conversation had drifted to work, and he ran a hand down her back as he told her about running Virtus.

“It must be challenging, working with your dad,” she said, tracing a circle around his nipple.

He sighed. “It can be. He’s not good at letting go, and neither am I, so that’s not a good combination. I think he does respect the work I do. There’s just so much other shit between us that gets in the way.”

She nodded against him, breathing him in, wanting to wrap herself in his scent. Her heart still hurt for him over everything he’d been through losing his mother, and the havoc it had wreaked on his career plans and family life. She wanted to take that hurt for him so that he wouldn’t have to shoulder it alone. She could help him carry it, just as he’d helped her carry so much already.

“Once this job is finished, I’ll talk to him. I’m OK with it if he still wants to be involved with the company—I mean, it’s his baby, I get it—but I know that we need to find a way to communicate that doesn’t involve yelling and slamming doors.”

Sierra pushed up onto an elbow. “What happens once this job is finished?” A completely irrational surge of jealousy charged through her. “Will you be protecting someone else?”

He pulled her back down to him, settling her against his chest. “Yes. Once this job is finished, I’ll be working with another client, or several other clients, depending on what business we’ve got coming in. Sometimes I’m not out in the field, but in the office, doing the more administrative stuff. It depends.” He tipped her chin up, forcing her to look at him. “But once this job is finished, that doesn’t mean you and I will be. We’re just getting started.”

“I know, but…” She trailed off and tried to look away, but he held her gently in place.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart? Tell me.”

She bit her lip. “This sounds so silly.”

He smiled crookedly. “Tell me anyway.”

“I guess I…I’m having a hard time with the idea that you’ll be protecting someone else. Putting yourself in danger for someone else.”

“It’s my job. And yes, it’s dangerous, but you don’t need to worry about me. I know what I’m doing.”

“I know, but…you’re
mine
, and I don’t like the idea of you getting hurt for someone else. I don’t like the idea of you getting hurt at all, but—”

He silenced her with a soft, sweet kiss, and she felt instantly calmer. Not completely calm, but calmer. The kiss deepened, and her sense of possessiveness only grew, tangling with the guilt she felt at how much danger she’d already put him in.

“Are you jealous?” he asked, rising up over her and then beginning to kiss his way down her body, his mouth blazing heat over her breasts and down her stomach.

“A…a little, yes. And a little worried. When you’re out risking your life, who’ll protect you to make sure you’ll come home to me?” He nipped at her hip bone, and she found it harder to think.

He flipped her over and started kissing a new trail down her back. “I’ll protect myself, sweetheart.” His teeth sank into one of her ass cheeks, and she moaned, arching her hips up off the bed. He licked and sucked at the spot to soothe the bite before moving to her other cheek to repeat the delicious torment. Sliding his hands under her hips, he pulled them up off the bed so that she was lying ass-up and facedown and feeling wickedly, amazingly exposed and open to him. She knew he was about to claim her, and her arms shook against the mattress.

He slicked his thumb through her folds and she moaned into the mattress. He laughed softly. “It’s cute that you’re a little jealous, Sierra, and very, very hot that you called me yours.” He circled his thumb around her clit, and she arched into his touch. “But you’ve got it all mixed up, sweetheart. It’s because you’re
mine
that I’ll always come home to you.”

She moaned again, and she felt the mattress dip behind her. And then his tongue was on her, licking a slow, deliberate path over her folds. He slipped a finger into her, and then another, working them in and out in time with his mouth as he swirled his tongue over her in a steady rhythm. A tremble crested through her, and her legs shook, pleasure vibrating through her. He groaned against her, adding to the vibrations, and tension began to coil low in her belly. He gave her ass a playful slap, warm tingles emanating outward from the contact, and she swore she could feel her bones melting.

“I need…to…more…” She panted out, her eyes closed as she focused entirely on Sean’s mouth and what it was doing to her.

“Tell me what you need,” he said, swirling his tongue over her again.

“I need…need to come,” she managed, and he sucked her clit into his mouth, scraping his teeth over it and sending her over the edge. Her entire body bucked as she came, and she screamed his name into the mattress. She felt the head of his cock slide against her swollen lips, and she pushed up onto all fours. His teeth nipped her earlobe, and he growled as he pushed into her.