Page 16 of Snowed in with the Bodyguard

I pull away slightly, my hand still wrapped around him. “You want me, Jack. Not only now, but always.”

He gives a low chuckle, his eyes crinkling at the edges. “I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anyone, Hollyberry. Only you.”

I give a small sigh of satisfaction, nodding in agreement. “It’s the same for me.”

I kiss him passionately, our tongues intertwining as my hand continues to slide up and down his length. He groans again, a low, guttural sound that sends shivers down my spine. I’m empowered by the sight of him responding to my touch, and I know I can push him even further.

With my free hand, I trace his bearded jaw, urging him to open wider for me. I slide my tongue along his, twisting my hand on his cock with every pulse of our tongues. I’m working on instinct here, having never done this before, but Jack’s groans tell me I’m doing it right. His low rumble makes my insides knot, and I purr into his mouth, unable to help myself.

His hips match the rhythm of my strokes. Heat quickly builds between us, sweat now slicking his skin and mine. The air between us is charged, crackling with something electric. I want him deep inside me, and I know he wants the same thing.

Jack breaks our kiss, his breath coming in rasps as he pulls back to look into my eyes. “Fuck, Holly. I need you. Need to be inside you.”

“You know I’m a virgin, right?” My voice trembles slightly as I hold his heated gaze.

Jack’s gaze turns feral, locking onto mine with an intensity that steals my breath. “I know,” he grits, his voice rough, his fingers flexing against my hips as though he’s trying to rein himself in. “And I shouldn’t love that fact, but I do. I love knowing I’ll be the first man inside you.”

I lean forward. “First. Last. Only,” I whisper, my breath teasing his full mouth. “I was always afraid my dad would kill anyone I slept with, so I didn’t. He’s ruined so many lives already, and I… I wasn’t willing to risk someone else’s. But this—” I motion between us, my voice faltering before I take a deep breath and meet his eyes again. “With you, Jack, it’s different. I’m willing to take that risk if you are. To risk it all. For you.”

For a moment, everything stills, as if the world is holding its breath. Jack gazes at me, his jaw tightening, his breathing shallow, and the emotions swirling in his eyes almost overwhelm me—desire, protectiveness, and something tender and reverent I didn’t expect.

“Holly,” he says, his voice low and hoarse, “you have no idea what you’re doing to me right now. I’d lay down my life for you, no hesitation. I’d fight every demon in this world to keep you safe. But knowing this? Knowing that you’d trust me with something so precious?” He exhales sharply, shaking his head. “You’re not just risking it all, Holly. You’re giving me something I don’t deserve. But I’ll take it. God help me, I’ll take it because I want you so much it hurts.”

My chest tightens at his words, a flood of emotions rushing through me—fear, excitement, longing. “We deserve this, Jack,” I whisper, my voice trembling as I touch his face, my fingers brushing over the soft beard I love so much. Like I love him. “You’ve given me everything—your protection, your loyalty. How could I not give you everything in return?”

Jack closes his eyes briefly as if trying to steady himself. “I’ll always protect you, Holly. With my dying breath. I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anything. Nothing can stop that. Nothing.”

His honesty, his raw emotion, cuts straight through me, leaving me breathless. I trail my hand from his jaw to press it against his chest, his rapid heartbeat thrumming beneath my palm. “Then take me, Jack,” I whisper, my voice steady despite the storm of emotions swirling inside me. “I’m yours. I’ve always been yours.”

My lips find his again, our tongues dancing together. He grips my hips, and I feel the restraint in his touch. The tremble in his arms. The pounding of his heart beneath my palms where they’re braced against his chest. He craves me with the same intensity I crave him.

Jack shifts, trailing his fingers to my core and the bundle of nerves at the apex, which brings me such pleasure. His touch is firm yet light as he strokes and presses. Then he pinches, and my body jerks reflexively. A moan breaks low in my throat from the exquisite sensations.

He lifts me slightly, and a hard pressure notches at my entrance, shocking and wonderful.

But he doesn’t move, only slowly continues to work that knot of pleasure with his fingers. I understand his silent message asI bathe him in my heat, our bodies finally aligned perfectly. He wants me in control this first time. He wants me to give myself over to him.

Gladly,my mind and heart chant in unison.

“Jack,” I gasp when he presses hard, and liquid heat rushes from me to coat his fingers and cock.

“I need you wet,” he growls. “So fucking wet you’ll soak me.”

He’s big, and I know this will hurt, but I don’t care. I’ll embrace the pain as I embrace every part of him because I’ll be his, and he’ll be mine. Completely.

I take a deep breath, knowing that this is it, that every heated look, every electric touch, has led to this moment. I look into his eyes as I lower myself onto him, sliding him inside me.

Then I hit a tight spot, a spot that causes me pain.

“Take what you want,” Jack encourages, gripping my hips, “and give me what I need.”

I stare at him, trusting him as I lower myself fully onto his hard length. My muscles strain and quiver around him, fighting to accept his broad length, my breath puffing in harsh bursts. The pleasure-pain is a fiery cascade of sensations twisting through me, and I can’t prevent a whimper of distress.

Jack’s eyes lock onto mine, never breaking the connection. “Shhh,” he soothes. “The sting will pass.”

I want to point out that the throbbing pain is more than a sting, but then his hands burrow beneath the shirt and slide up and down my back in a heated, sensual stroke before moving to my front. He cups my breasts, his fingers tweaking and plumpingmy nipples, and I almost jackknife as pleasure slams into my core, erasing any residual pain.

“Better?” he asks, his voice gravelly with arousal.

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