Page 104 of South Beach Bodyguards

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For a split second Olivia’s words cut through the haze of lust I was experiencing. This was it. This was all I could give her. A good time. It made me feel like I should walk away. But I couldn’t. There was no way. She drew me to her like a magnet, and I had never wanted another woman the way I wanted her.

What I was going to give her was the best sex of her life.

Even though I loved the way she looked in the jeans she was wearing, I wished she had on a short dress like the other night. That way I could slide my hand under it and tease at her clit. But then I realized that was too easy. I wanted to peel off the layers of her clothing and have her completely trusting and open to me.

That was what I so desperately wanted from her. To have her look at me like I truly was her everything. That connection had breathed life back into me. Until I’d met Olivia I’d been existing, doing what I had to do. But she made me feel alive. She made me feel like for the first time in a long time, I didn’t need the adrenaline and the danger of my job to make the nerve endings in my skin tingle.

Because that’s why I was a bodyguard. Sure it was practical in that it was the only skill I possessed. But also because it made my heart race and my blood pump faster.

Like she did.

Gripping her under her tight ass, I lifted her off the floor. “I’m going to give you what I’ve got until you’re screaming my name.”

I walked across her living room. I didn’t know where her bedroom was but I would find it. It wasn’t that big of a place. She liked me aggressive so once I found the right door I marched in and tossed her down onto the bed. Olivia blinked up at me.

“What—”

Placing a knee between her legs, I leaned over her and put a finger on her lips. “No talking. I want you to kiss me.”

I had been looking forward to that privilege for days. Her mouth was already open in surprise and when I brushed my lips over hers, I teased my tongue inside. She sighed against me, hands snaking out to grip my biceps. She was actually squeezing my gunshot wound but I didn’t even care. The pain was grounding. It kept me from spiraling out of control too fast.

She kissed me like a lover does. Like a woman gives to her boyfriend. Sweet and passionate, and it grabbed me by the balls and held me like a vice.

Olivia arched her back and wrapped her ankle around my leg. She wanted more but I refused to rush this time. I wanted to taste her. Slowly. While I let her grind her hips against mine, I kissed her. Over and over again until our lips were wet and she was moaning low in the back of her throat. She tasted like beer and Olivia. I wanted to taste all of her, but denying us both was heightening the anticipation. I cupped her breast and felt the weight of it. “So hot,” I said. “You are so hot.”

“Take off my shirt, please.”

“I will eventually. I’m just...savoring.” I rubbed a thumb over her nipple and her eyes darkened. I repeated the motion on her other breast.

Being with her, like this, was unique for me. I always cared about pleasing any woman I was with, even a random hook up. If a woman was willing to get naked with me, it was my job to make sure she enjoyed it, but this was next level. This was me wanting to ensure that Olivia lost herself in me, in us. In our connection.

Because we had one, no matter how much I wanted to deny it.

I went from head to toe, stroking her hair, kissing her neck, gliding a hand down her hip, tracing her calf, and dipping into her inner thighs. I took off her shoes and set them on the carpet. I kissed between her thighs, biting the seam of her jeans, blowing hot air onto her, drawing a soft moan from her. Pushing up her shirt, I slipped my tongue into her belly button, while popping open her jeans. Worship her body, that’s what I wanted to do.

No rushing. Just slow and steady, driving her crazy one kiss, one lick at a time. I stripped her slowly, piece by piece, until she was completely naked. Not even a robe. The thought amused me before I buried my smile in her thighs.

Olivia moaned.

I tasted her thoroughly before pulling back. I knew what I wanted. I rolled onto my back, taking her with me. “Ride me. That’s what I want.”

She was glassy-eyed and eager. The minute her body sank onto mine, I gritted my teeth and knew that I was way in over my head. She did things to me, made me feel things I barely recognized because they had been dormant so long. It was electrifying and I gripped her waist hard, helping her along to a hard pounding rhythm.

The view was amazing. All dewy skin and bouncing tits and tumbling hair. Olivia screamed out my name. Just like I had asked for. She came on my name, and that made me let go, indulging in a low groan.

“Olivia,” I said, and I wasn’t sure what I meant. “I like dating you.”

She gave a soft laugh, pushing her hair back off her face. “So much for the rules.”

“Rules were made to be broken. You’re too bad ass for rules, anyway.”

Olivia leaned down and kissed me softly. Her pussy was wet on me, her nipples brushing my skin, her hair tickling my chin. I felt the deepest, most profound contentment I had experienced maybe ever, and even as I enjoyed it, it scared the hell out of me.

Snuggling against Wester’s chest, I sensed he wouldn’t spend the night. I could feel it in the way he stayed with his arms over his head and made no way to relax onto the pillow or turn off the light. It would be nice to wake up with him, but if he left I wasn’t sure that was a bad thing. I felt too vulnerable, too naked. He’d already become important to me and that was scary.

But what irritated me was when he tried to make up an excuse for it. “I should go. I have to work tomorrow and I don’t want to disturb you when I get up.”

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