Page 129 of South Beach Bodyguards

“Don’t stop,” she said.

Triumph burst over me. I had her. It was the best fucking feeling imaginable. “No? What should I do?” I flicked my tongue over her. “This? Is this what you want?”

She gave a soft moan. “Yes, that’s what I want. More. Please.”

“So polite. You don’t have to be polite with me. Tell me what you want. Make me do it.”

“Ple—"

She stopped herself. “Do it. Go down on me. Lick me.”

Her chest was rising up and down rapidly. Her eyes were glassy, her embarrassment warring with her desire.

I couldn’t ask for more. She had just given me the most she could give and I respected that. I loved it. “I would fucking love to,” I told her. Then I hauled her left leg up off the floor and hooked it over my shoulder so I could access her as deeply and thoroughly as I craved.

She gasped at the move but didn’t protest and when I lowered my mouth to her again, sucking on her clit briefly before plunging into the depths of her heat, it only took her a few seconds to shatter. She came apart, screaming out my name in a way that had me pulling back frantically after she settled back down. I was going to have her and it was a moment I didn’t want to lose.

So I undid my pants and instinctively went for a condom. Then I realized I didn’t have to. I knew I was clean and I trusted Miranda was. For the first time in my entire life I could enter a woman without anything between us and what better person for that than Miranda.

Her leg had slid back to the floor when I rose, but I hauled it back up around my hip, grateful that she was a dancer. Still in heels, it wasn’t a struggle for her. Briefly, I pulled back so I could drink in the sight of her, disheveled and glowing with the orgasm I gave her, firm thighs wrapped around me.

“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” I told her and I meant it.

Then I directed my cock and pushed straight inside her.

It was like fucking coming home.

I had no ability to think, to speak, or to stop Alejandro. I didn’t want to. He had me wide open while I was still recovering from the intensity of my orgasm. It had been intimate and wet and amazing and now here he was—suddenly inside me. Big and demanding and perfect.

For the first time I saw his control slip. His eyes closed briefly and he swore under his breath. My feelings exactly. I was clinging to his arms, needing support, my legs shaking. My entire body felt liquid. Hot, dripping liquid.

“Miranda,” he growled.

I had never heard my name spoken like that. It was almost overwhelming, the intensity of what was happening between us. It was raw sex, spiraling without thought to consequence. Yet I had never wanted anything as much in my life. “Fuck me,” I said, a breathy, demanding whisper. “Now.”

His eyes darkened. Resting his hand on the wall, he gave me what I wanted. Slick, hard thrusts, the room quiet except for the sound of skin on skin, and our frantic breathing. It felt like it went on and on, our bodies in tune, the tightening in my core growing and growing until I felt like I would burst. But I wanted to stay there, forever, in this moment, my nails digging into his hard muscles, clawing at his skin. My head was slamming into the wall but I welcomed the beat of it, the distraction that kept me from going totally under and drowning.

“Don’t hold back,” he demanded. “Come for me.”

I squeezed my eyes shut. I couldn’t look at him. It was too much. All too much. He was shredding my emotions, stripping me down. He was stretching my inner walls, filling me with his huge cock, his invasive presence. I had gotten more than I knew how to handle and I held tightly against it, afraid.

“Don’t you dare fucking hide from me,” he said.

A light slap landed on the side of my ass where he was holding my leg up, startling me into opening my eyes. “What was that for?” I asked, though I knew. And I liked it.

His hand shifted further behind me until he was squeezing my ass, forcing a deeper collision between us. “That was for you holding out on me. I want it all.”

Then he kissed me and it was so hot and so much and he was so everywhere all over me that I couldn’t keep my wall in place anymore. It tumbled to the ground and I came with a fierce desperate cry that had him exclaiming in triumph. His thrusts were furious as my body clenched on to him, thoughts scattered to the wind.

“Baby,” he said. “You’re so damn hot.”

When it all was done crashing, when our squeezing and gripping and crying out eased, we stood there, staring at each other, panting. I was shell-shocked. It was like Alejandro had tossed a land mine onto my life and I was staring at him through the rubble and settling dust. He had exploded my carefully planned future with his mouth, his fingers, his big thick cock.

Neither of us spoke. Words were too trite. I wanted a minute to pick up the shattered pieces of my soul. This hadn’t been just sex. This had been… something.

And it scared the living shit out of me.

Then he made it worse by drawing his thumb across my bottom lip, his dark eyes bright with emotion. First he lingered there, then he withdrew his finger and touched his lips to the corner of my mouth, followed by the other. Then he rested his forehead against mine, encapsulating me, absorbing my space, my air. It felt like it hung on and on and with each heartbeat he took more from me until I felt like I was disappearing, smothered by his body, his presence.

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