Page 14 of Snowed in with the Bodyguard

“I’m scared,” she says, her voice barely audible.

I know she’s not talking about the danger this time. She’s scared of this powerful emotion swelling between us.

“So am I,” I admit, my hand cradling the back of her head. “But whatever happens, we’ll face it together. I promise.”

She reaches up and gently traces her fingers over my beard, her touch sending a jolt of electricity through my entire being. With a soft murmur, she pulls me closer, her lips seeking mine once more.

This is it. We’re aware of the risks we’re taking, but we can’t resist the electric connection between us. Our bodies meld together, her curves fitting perfectly against my hard body. Her heart beats wildly against my chest, mirroring the erratic rhythm of mine. She shudders slightly, her breaths short and ragged.

Our lips fuse hotly, and I pull her closer, gripping her waist and relishing the warmth of her skin. This is the moment I’ve longed for. The moment everything aligns.

My hands wander, caressing her curves, while her soft kisses send my mind into a whirlwind of passion. Her breath quickens, her arms wrapping tighter around my neck, pulling me into the safety of her embrace. It’s as though the world has paused, and it’s only her and me, lost in the inevitable desire brewing between us.

Shifting her, I press her onto the sofa so she’s lying on her back. Fortunately, it’s wide, so we have room to maneuver. I trace gentle fingers along her cheek, and her eyes meet mine with an intensity I’ve never experienced before.

The world outside may be a cold, dangerous place, but within the warmth and safety of each other’s arms, we’re invincible.

My hands roam her body beneath the blanket, wanting her naked against me, but the propane heater hasn’t completely dispelled the chill.

“I want you, Jack,” she whispers against my cheek as I inhale her delicious scent. “But I’m not warm enough to take this shirt off.”

I laugh against her collarbone. “Fucking you while you’re wearing my shirt is on my bucket list, Hollyberry.”

She giggles. “When did you add that one to your list?”

“The second you came out of the bedroom wearing it,” I growl. “You look so fucking sexy.”

“Maybe we should just stay here, and I can wear your clothes all the time?” she suggests with a saucy smile.

I groan, dropping my head to her chest. “Don’t tempt me.

“We’ll have to sleep in here and share body heat,” she teases, her hazel eyes twinkling with mischief.

Her hands roam under the sweater I threw on after I washed. The sensation of her fingers on my bare skin takes my breath away. It feels so fucking good, having her touch me.

“Keep touching me like that, and body heat won’t be a problem,” I rasp, nuzzling her neck.

“Touch me, Jack,” she whispers. “Make me forget what’s going on out there in the world.”

I can’t ignore her plea. I cup her breast, sliding my thumb over her nipple through the shirt, and she moans in delight. I want her more of those sounds. More of her sweet skin. More of her.

I push the shirt up to reveal her pale breasts. “No bra, baby girl?”

“It was wet,” she says, her rosy nipples hardening in the chilled air.

I take one into my mouth, and Holly cries out, arching into me. I move to the other, licking and nibbling until she’s panting and writhing against me.

Reaching a hand between us, I find the waistband of her panties and tug them down her thighs. The heat of her pussy burns my hand as I slide it between her legs, the silky folds already wet and hot for me. My fingers slip between her cleft until I find her clit. Pressing my finger to her bundle of nerves, I tug on her nipple with my lips, raking my teeth over the taut peak.

Holly’s hips twist into me, and she releases a soft groan. I smile against her skin, enjoying her pleasure. I’m painfully hard for her, but I take it slow. She all but told me she was a virgin earlier, and I’m a big guy. I don’t want to simply get her off and fuck her. I want to imprint myself on her so she’ll never forget me. I want her to crave more of me if we ever get out of this situation.

I slide my finger into her wet entrance, drinking in her soft mewls and gasps of need. I kiss her neck, sucking and licking, her body flushed with anticipation. This is it. I’m going to have her, and nothing can stop me.

“Holly, you feel so good,” I breathe against her heated skin, my finger sliding in and out, my thumb brushing her clit. Her inner muscles clench around me as I insert one thick digit, desperate for more of my touch.

“Jack, please,” she pleads, her hips bucking and begging for release, desire darkening her hazel eyes to molten gold.

God, I want her screaming my name. Only mine.

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