Page 12 of A Bride for the Bodyguard

Jack lifts his head, his blue eyes darkening with something raw and intense. “Even better.”

His lips blaze a trail down my inner thigh. Then the world narrows to a point of pure sensation as he begins to flicker his tongue against my clit.

It feels surreal, the way he tastes and teases with a patience I didn’t know a man like him even had. He hums against me, the vibration sending another wave of delight through my body. Then he slips a thick finger inside me and my inner walls clench around him.

“Goddamn, Marlie,” Jack growls against my skin. “Love how tight this virgin pussy is for me.”

An involuntary moan spills from my lips as Jack begins to move his finger in a slow rhythm, stretching me gently. His other hand guides mine to his hair, thick and soft under my fingertips.

“Fuck my face, baby,” he instructs. “Pull me in closer if you need to. Show me what feels good.”

And so I do.

With a boldness that shocks me, I grind my clit against his nose. He adds another finger, and the stretch is delicious, a perfect pressure that builds and builds until I teeter on the edge of something monumental.

“More,” I breathe out as I buck my hips faster. The heat of his mouth, the steady push and pull inside me, it suddenly feels all-consuming. Each movement draws me closer, sends me spiraling towards a precipice I can’t see but desperately want to leap off.

“Do it.” Jack grinds out. “Come for me Marlie,”

And something about hearing my name fall from his lips cracks me open.

I let go, giving myself over to the waves of ecstasy that crash over me.

My body collapses onto the cool sheets, a boneless heap of trembling limbs.

Jack’s lips find mine, and I taste myself on him. It’s a flavor that is wholly me but marked by his presence.

My hand wanders down his sculpted torso until I feel the hard outline pressing against the fabric of his pants. I can’t help but want to explore further, to give him even a fraction of what he’s given me.

“Do you want me to…?” I trail off as my fingers curl around his thick length.

But even as I say the words, a blissed-out yawn escapes me as exhaustion sinks its claws deeper into my muscles.

Jack’s hands are gentle as they pry mine away from him, tucking me under the covers instead. “We can worry about that some other time, sweetheart.” Then he presses a kiss to my forehead.

I nod, another yawn cutting off any response I might have had.

The bed dips as he rises, and suddenly I miss his weight, the solid reassurance of his body next to mine.

I reach out, catching his arm. “You can sleep in here tonight if you want,” I find myself saying.

He pauses, turning to look at me. “Are you sure?” he asks, a hint of concern threading through his words.

“I’m sure.”

Jack climbs back into bed next to me, wrapping his arms around my waist. “Sweet dreams, baby.”

And it’s the last thing I hear before drifting off, cocooned in the warmth of new sheets and the lingering sensation of being completely, utterly alive.

Chapter Five

JACK

The pre-dawn silence of the room is my only company as I pry my eyes open at 4:30 a.m. the next morning.

I sit up slowly, my body protesting the early rise. Marlie, meanwhile, is still fast asleep next to me, her chest rising and falling.

Last night’s memories cascade through my mind—the smell of her skin, the fire in her eyes every time we touched, the way she whispered my name like it was a secret meant only for us.

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