Page 22 of Burning for the Bodyguard

Chastity blushes and nibbles at her full lower lip. Her nipples pucker beneath the scraps of material. She likes it when I’m possessive. She’s too shy to admit it, but her body language gives her away. And I’m only too happy to indulge her because my protective, possessive side roars to the surface when I’m with her.

“You like it? I’ve never had the courage to wear it before.”

I move closer, spreading her legs and inserting myself between them. “I don’t like it. I fucking love it. So does my cock. Especially when it’s on your gorgeous body.”

Her blush deepens, highlighting the sprinkle of freckles on her nose. “I still can’t believe you see me that way.”

“Looks like you need a little more convincing.” I sink back into the water and pull her hips closer to the edge so the scrap of fabric covering her pussy is level with my eyes.

Dropping to my knees in the shallow water, I kiss my way up her inner thigh. I shift the suit to the side, licking her center, and all logical thought evaporates with her honeyed taste.

“Xander,” she gasps, trying to move away.

I take her wrists and guide her to grab onto the edge of the pool. “Let me take care of you.”

I dive back into her core, and she holds me there with her legs. I look up to see her eyes are shut, her head thrown back as she bites her lip. Her arms shake as she holds herself up.

“Xander.” My name is a tortured whisper falling from her plump lips.

Fuck. I need to hear her scream my name again as she comes. She wriggles and grinds against me, but I hold steady with an arm wrapped around her waist. Biting her inner thigh, I thrust two fingers inside her. Her eyes fly open, green orbs locked on mine.

I nip her clit, and her walls tighten around my fingers.

“Give it to me, Firecracker. We’re not leaving here until we both get what we want.”

I know she’s getting off on this—the danger of being caught in public. Any one of the guys could come down here for a late swim.

Her gaze flicks to the changing room. “I need you inside me. Please.”

My heart stutters. She likes the idea of sex in a public place, but she also wants me all to herself.

I slip her bikini bottoms back into place and haul myself from the pool. She stands, and I notice the bruises on her hips from earlier.

When she catches me staring, she smiles and winks. “Worth it. I love having your marks on me.”

Holy shit. This woman.

I scoop her up and almost sprint to the changing room. A weird sensation of being watched rolls over me. I glance around but don’t see anyone. My cock throbs, reminding me he needs inside his woman. I shake off the feeling and shut the door, moving her toward the bench.

“Strip,” I growl, tugging my swim shorts down and releasing my needy cock.

My marks are all over her: her hips, her breasts, her neck. So fucking hot. Mine, my inner beast rumbles.

Lowering myself to the bench, I tug her between my thighs. She lowers to her knees, leaning forward to lick me from base to tip before sucking me deep.

“Jesus,” I grunt as lust grips my ball.

She takes me deeper, gagging as I hit the back of her throat. Her saliva coats my shaft, easing her way as she slides her mouth up and down, threatening to make me blow prematurely. She twists her hand on me while she works me in and out, using the other to cup and roll my balls.

Fuck, she’s a fast learner.

I groan as my head hits the wall behind me. She moans around me, the vibration sinful and dirty. My eyes lock on hers as she picks up speed until I can’t take it anymore.

I need to be buried balls deep inside her.

Fisting her fiery hair, I pull her off me. “Come here,” I grunt, tugging her onto my lap, her knees on either side of my hips. Her pussy is open to me, my cock bobbing between us, shining with her saliva. I dip a finger inside her and rub her walls, seeking that little patch of rough skin.

Chastity’s head drops back, and she grips my shoulders for balance as she rides my hand.

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