Page 36 of South Beach Bodyguards

“I don’t think the beer got there,” I said, head falling back slightly. Then I wasn’t why in the hell I was protesting.

“I like to be thorough.”

And he yanked the whole front of my sundress down and cupped both breasts at once, torturing me in earnest.

I had wanted the action to pick up and Ryan was obliging.

Digging my nails into his shoulders for balance I let him take over from here.

ten

Not much surprised me, and Isabel dropping into my lap wouldn’t have thrown me if I hadn’t been about to take a sip of my beer. It hadn’t been in my seduction plans to pour beer all over her chest, but if anything, it was a golden opportunity to shift her dress out of the way. Her tits were amazing, and obviously all natural. They had a nice give to them that had me instantly hard. Her nipples were dusky rose and when I sucked them one at a time, she made the sexiest little sounds in the back of her throat.

There was no light on the balcony, and no neighbors on either side of us, but I realized that could change at any moment. I just wanted one more minute before I took her inside. One more minute to feel her lightly balanced on my leg, to feel the grind of her fingers down into my shoulders, and to have the most perfect access to her chest ever. Standing up we were always completely mismatched and my perspective was skewed, the descending view.

This was head on and it was fucking awesome.

But she started to shift. “Shouldn’t we go inside? What if someone sees?”

The last thing I wanted to do was make her uncomfortable. Julia wouldn’t have cared, obviously, but Isabel did. The real Isabel. Not the flirt with the head injury, and truthfully I liked her better as she really was. Her alter ego had been too similar to other women I had hooked up with. Women who wanted to use me the same way I used them.

I didn’t want to use Isabel. I wanted to worship her.

So digging deep for every ounce of self-control I had ever possessed I yanked my head away from her breasts and pulled her dress back up to cover her. “You’re right. Let’s go inside, Is.”

She stood up, brushing her hair off her face, her face hidden in the dark sky serving as a backdrop. My shirt was wet from the beer spill so I pulled it off over my head and left it bunched up on the chair when I stood. The second we hit the light I could see the appreciation on her face and all the hours in the gym were worth more than it saving my ass on multiple occasions. Being in shape made me able to do my job, but if my build turned on Isabel, even better.

I’d never done this. It was so far off of my usual sexual encounters that I was spitballing. But at the same time, I wasn’t nervous. I was just, well, honored. I was going to do right by Isabel if it killed me. I took her hand and led her into the hotel room. The swanky factor was high, and I was impressed. It had been pricey but not over the top expensive so I was glad to see it was so modern and nice. It was a whole other level and bringing Isabel here had been the right decision. That white king bed looked fluffy and sexy and where I wanted to spread her out, the moonlight splashing over her naked body. Not my small dingy apartment.

At the bottom of the bed I stopped, facing her, and leaned down, burying my hands in her hair. She was insane if she thought she was plain or whatever the hell she was claiming. Her beauty was sweet, delicate, guileless. It was in her large doe-like eyes and her demure smile. Sure, when she’d been strutting around like Julia I had wanted to bang her within an inch of her life, but that wasn’t her, and while hot, I preferred seeing her gaze up at me, her expression one of anticipation, patience. And I still wanted to bang her within an inch of her life, but with care, dedication. Isabel made me want to savor.

Kissing her, I massaged the base of her skull, wanting her to relax, feeling the tension in her muscles. She was a good kisser. She let me dominate, but she was good at adjusting and anticipating my moves. She even tilted her head in perfect harmony with me. I knew she was straining on the very tips of her toes and I was bent practically in half to meet her mouth, so to make it easier, I slid my hand down her back, under her firm, tight ass. Then I lifted her up off the ground.

“Wrap your legs around me,” I urged. I could hold her for awhile, and I wanted her as close to me as possible.

She complied, and once she twined herself around my hips, I gripped her ass and held her easily, our mouths better aligned. “This is better,” I murmured, kissing her earlobe. “I can see you.”

Isabel gave me a smile. “I like the view myself.”

“Are you looking over my shoulder at the ocean?” I teased her, giving her a soft kiss before returning to nibble on her ear. I gave the soft flesh a quick, gentle nip.

“No, I mean you. Your face. You don’t seem to realize how hot you are, Ryan. And you’re only going to look better as you get older.”

“I’m going to grow into my face?” The thought amused me. “Something to look forward to, I guess.” I spread my palms over her backside, loving the way she felt. She was all soft curves and dips and valleys. I was granite. The contradiction between us was highly appealing to me. “You have a great ass,” I told her sincerely.

“Thanks. You have a great everything.” Isabel moved her hips, thrusting herself against my cock.

I was hard, throbbing. Ready. When she pulled moves like that I just wanted to take her against the wall, but I had the self-control to hold back. “Flattery will get you anything you want and then some,” I told her, meeting her movement with a nice grind of my own. We fit together well. “I want you to have it all, Is.”

“I want that too.” Her voice was breathy, aroused. She initiated a kiss, covering my mouth with her, and teasing my lips with her tongue.

Damn, she was so hot. Holding her tight, making out with her, our kisses getting deeper, more frenzied, while I thought this was a hell of a way to end a day. Shifting, I eased her down onto the bed. “How much experience do you have?” I asked. “Say from one being totally untouched to ten being I did everything but intercourse.”

Information would be helpful. I didn’t want to either insult her or scare the shit out of her.

She looked up at me, tossing her hair back over her shoulders. “I don’t know. Maybe like a four or a five?”

I hesitated, hands on the button of my jeans. I wasn’t sure what that meant, exactly. And how I was picturing some dude like that cheesy Juan putting his hands on her, and I wished I had kept my fucking mouth shut. “Well, forget everything you know because this is going to be better.”

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