Page 86 of South Beach Bodyguards

So I did. He took the bottle, raised his head, and flung it at his sink. I jumped when it shattered in a spray of glass and amber liquid. “What the hell?—?”

But he didn’t miss a beat. He wrapped his arm around me, hauled me up against him, and ground my body against his. His erection pressed into my thigh and I wanted him more than I had ever wanted anything. A feverish heat had settled into my skin, and I was aching deep in my core. Wester yanked my tank top down so far the neckline settled under my breasts. He gave the same treatment to my bra so that my nipples popped out. When he covered one and sucked hard, I groaned.

Like the whiskey, I felt the burn all the way down to my toes.

“I wish you were in a robe,” he murmured against my skin.

I gave a breathless laugh. “Me, too.”

He popped the button on my jeans and slid the zipper down. I had never been so grateful in my life for the decision to wear loose-fitting boyfriend jeans. He barely had to tug and they dropped to my ankles. I stepped out, frantic to be skin on skin. Wester undid his pants, but they still clung loosely to his hips. His arm wrapped around my backside and he hauled me up off the ground.

“Wrap your legs around me,” he said urgently.

I did as I was told and he walked me backward while kissing me, until my back slammed against the kitchen wall. It knocked the wind out of me briefly and I held onto him tighter. “Take me,” I murmured. “Please.” That was a first. I couldn’t remember ever asking for a guy to make me his, but Wester drove me crazy. He barely touched me and he did insane things to my inhibitions. He shattered them. He made me open, aroused, free.

Reaching down, I found his cock and stroked it. Wester gave a moan.

“There’s a condom in my pocket,” he said, nipping at my lip again. “Grab it for me.”

I shifted down and slid my hand into his pocket. I found the foil packet and pulled it out. “Here,” I said, trying to give it to him.

But he shook his head, and set me on the floor. “No. You put it on.”

Hello. That seemed… intimate. Like a thing for couples to do. Not him and me and our weird what the hell were we relationship. But I wasn’t going to argue or think or waste any time doing anything other than making sure he could be inside me immediately. I tore the packet open with my teeth and he growled low in the back of his throat.

“You’re so fucking hot.”

My hands were trembling and I wasn’t sure why, but I concentrated on him, unrolling the condom down onto his firm thickness. Then I gave him a squeeze. My mouth was thick with saliva and desire. I looked up at him. He was watching me with those pale eyes.

“You want that?” he asked, in a low, sensual voice. “You want my cock?”

With crazy anticipation. I nodded. “Yes.”

“Come here.” He lifted me by the waist further up onto the wall, then teased at my folds, sliding over my clit.

Without stopping to take off my panties, he pushed them to the side and settled me over on his erection. It was a slow glorious slide down onto his length until he was fully embedded inside me.

“Oh, damn,” I murmured, my eyes rolling back in my head. The wall was hard but I barely noticed, feeling only the hot joining of him with me.

“Olivia,” he said, his teeth gritted. “You feel so good.” He put his forehead on mine, resting for a minute.

His cock was actually throbbing inside me, and I ached from wanting more. I tried to move my hips but there was no way to raise myself up. I was already on my tiptoes. “Wester.”

He didn’t tease. He didn’t ask again what I wanted. He just started thrusting into me without warning or hesitation. He wasn’t gentle but he wasn’t out of control either. The terms and rhythm were his, and I had the air pushed out of me in a pant with every stroke. His eyes narrowed, his hand on the wall above my head to brace himself. The apartment felt still, quiet, the only sounds us, loud, harsh, in the small room. The slap of skin, the slick give of my body, the staccato pants of our breath, and the rushing of the blood through my veins humming in my ears.

My hair was in my eyes, but I made no move to shift it out of the way. All I could concentrate on was the crescendo building deep inside me. The beautiful agony of each push, the heightening pleasure, ready to break.

Then I shattered. I broke like glass all over him, a strangled cry flying past my lips.

The corner of Wester’s mouth turned up in a smile.

He looked arrogant as hell and I didn’t even care. He’d earned that smile.

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Olivia looked amazing in the midst of her orgasm. Her skin dewy and flushed, her eyes glazed. Her hair tousled, her mouth open wide. Even though she was still wearing her T-shirt and bra, her tits moved beautifully as I thrust into her hot, wet body. She looked as if she had completely let go, had given in to the chemistry we created together. We were combustible.

I had thought I would take her to my bedroom, give her some attention, coax her to an orgasm. But then she had squeezed my cock and that was that. Here I was, nailing her against the wall.

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