Page 59 of Ruthless Guardian

“It doesn’t have to mean anything.” Even I can hear the lie in my shallow words. I just hope he can’t. As exasperating as Raf can be, there’s no one I’ve ever felt safer with. His possessive streak is borderline psychotic, but sometimes I can’t help but wonder if there’s more to it.

“Ah,principessa,” he whispers on an exhale, his lips only inches from my own, “how could it not?” And still his hand remains planted where I left it.

I tip my head forward so our lips barely touch. He remains perfectly still, so still I’m not certain he breathes until I sit back, defeated.

Maybe he doesn’t want me… had I imagined it all?

“You know what? After the night we’ve had, fuck it.” He tangles his hand in the hair at the back of my neck and his mouth captures mine with the urgency of a storm breaking, fierce and unrestrained, as if he’s pouring every unsaid word into the kiss.

And all I can do is hold on.

CHAPTER 29

A BAD IDEA

Raffaele

This is such a bad idea. A monumentally terrible, fucking idea that I am going to regret tomorrow, but I can’t seem to stop myself as I drag Isabella into my lap and palm that perky ass like I’ve dreamed of. So much for the damned hair tie and negative reinforcement. Her naturally heady scent combined with that perfume she uses with traces of gardenias and sweet strawberries is all consuming. She’s straddling me, rubbing up against my cock in those silky sleep shorts.

Dio, she feels perfect against me, the soft curves of her body yielding to the hard planes of my own. I dig my fingers into her ass, driving her against my cock and she releases a faint moan.

“Let it out,principessa, I want to hear every tempting little sound. If I’m condemning myself to hell for one night, let’s make it worth it, eh?”

Her head bobs, and she grinds her center cross my arousal. “Just one night…” she murmurs against my mouth. “It doesn’t have to mean anything.”

Maybe it won’t for her, but for me, this is breaking a cardinal rule, and what the hell am I without my rules? What kind of an effective bodyguard can I be if I’m more concerned with sinking my cock into my client than focusing on securing the perimeter?

“A one-time thing,” I hiss as she captures my bottom lip. “And we never let this wildly inappropriate lapse in judgement happen again.”

“Umhmm. Never.”

“It’s just the adrenaline, the shock of the shooting…”

“Right.” She drops kisses across my jaw, moving toward my ear then she nibbles on the sensitive lobe, and goose bumps ripple down my arms. She reaches between us and cups my cock. “Damn, Raf, you’re so hard already.” She starts to stroke me over the thin material of my sweatpants, and I’m suddenly like a fucking teenager about to explode.

This woman’s hold on me is like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. She’s got me completely feral for her pussy. Before I come on the spot, I reach for her tank top and draw it up and over her head, forcing her hand off my cock. Fuck, no bra. A smile races across my lips, and I’m certain I’m grinning like an idiot. Her breasts tumble free, and I’ve never seen anything more beautiful. “Cazzo,” I whisper before I devour the delicate pink bud with my mouth, and her back arches against me, a moan spilling out. “Sei bellissima.” Her cheeks burn the most enticing crimson when I call her beautiful, and she buries her nose at the crook of my neck, licking and sucking. She’s the most exquisite woman I’ve ever laid eyes on, and I cannot wait to see all of her. I’m torn between the desire to take my time with her to enjoy every minute and the burning need to drive my cock inside her sweetness.

I haven’t even touched her yet, and I can feel her wetness through my sweatpants. She’s soaked forme. My hands grip her hips, sliding beneath the waistband of her shorts and find barecheeks beneath.Merda, no panties, either? This woman is going to be my ruin. That skin-on-skin contact has my dick rock-hard, and my fingers aching to sink inside her. Wrapping her legs around my waist, I rise and spin around, dropping her onto the couch and settle between her thighs. Then I fall to my knees and drag her shorts down her long legs.

I pause for an instant, taking her all in, and she visibly tenses at my scrutiny. “Don’t do that,” I whisper. “Don’t hide from me. You are a goddess, and any man would be privileged to admire your beauty.”

“Raf…” She laughs, a rosy hue coating her cheeks again. I can only imagine how she’ll look when I coax the first orgasm from those pouty lips. “You’re so cheesy.”

“What? It’s true. I should’ve known never to say yes to this job because I’m too damned attracted to you. Ever since I saw you at the club—” Shit. That wasn’t supposed to come out.

“The club?”

Muttering curses in my head, I dip my chin. “The night your bodyguard was shot. I was there?—”

“I know.” A lopsided smile stretches across her face. “I mean, I remember you too.”

The truth is, after that night, I simply couldn’t get her out of my head. But she’ll think I’m completely insane if I tell her. Not to mention the fact that for that reason alone I never should have gone after this job.

“I’m glad I left an impression.”

“Me too.”

And now, it’s time for a subject change. My hands close around her thighs and draw them apart so I can take her in. She’s so wet, her pussy glistens beneath the dim lights.

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