Page 30 of Snowed in with the Bodyguard

Taking my hand, Jack guides it down to his groin. “Touch me,” he says hoarsely. “I need your hands on me.”

More than willing, I stroke the silky, rigid length of him, my thumb slicking over the slick of moisture at the tip.

“Fuck,” Jack curses, inhaling sharply.

“You’re mine,” I whisper, circling my thumb over the sensitive head.

“Yes.”

I wrap my hand around him and give him a few firm pumps. “And this is mine.”

Jack’s eyes close briefly. “Fuck, yes. All yours.”

I cup the heated weight of his balls, gently massaging them. My eyes fly to his face as he makes a rough sound like he’s in pain. A flush has spread over his cheekbones, his gray eyes dilated and darkened.

His hand slides into my hair, rubbing my scalp and sending tingles of awareness through every nerve ending. I moan and press my thighs together on the throb of arousal. His fingertips swirl over my stomach and down into the triangle of curls between my legs.

“Gonna make you tremble and beg,” he promises roughly.

“I’m the daughter of a soon-to-be-ex-mafia boss. I don’t beg,” I protest.

His dark head bends over my breast, his breath like steam against my sensitive skin. After catching the budded peak with his lips, he rakes his tongue over it and captures it gently with his teeth.

“Or if I do,” I add, squirming beneath him, “it’ll be more like a request.”

His laugh rumbles against my flesh, sending a spray of goosebumps over my skin.

He slides lower down my body, his mouth browsing in lazy paths, brushing, tugging, licking, tormenting.

Mindful of my injured thigh, he presses my legs apart and settles his shoulders between them. Every hair on my body lifts as his warm breath teases my stomach, his tongue touching the delicate rim of my belly button and tracing around it. Desire tightens my insides and coils my muscles until I draw my uninjured leg up to frame his shoulder. I gasp as he licks insidemy navel in a hot, silky wriggle. His tongue swirls and stabs softly, making me squirm.

“Keep still, Hollyberry,” he orders, a trace of amusement thickening his voice.

But as his tongue flickers again, my body twists at the ticklish sensation.

Helplessly, I lift my hips to encourage his mouth where I need it most. But he makes me wait, his tongue dancing and tormenting without mercy, never quite touching the little peak that aches to be caressed.

“Jack,” I whimper, “I need more.”

He nips my inner thigh. “I’ve got you, baby girl.”

I stiffen as he finally parts the lips of my sex with a wet upward stroke of his tongue. “Oh, God. So good…”

“Fuck, you taste amazing,” Jack grunts, all his focus centered between my thighs, his restless tongue swirling through my folds as if he can’t decide where to settle.

He nibbles lightly on my swollen outer lips, tugging softly. I struggle to breathe, my hands clutching his dark head as his insistent exploration continues.

He finds the entrance of my body with teasing wet strokes, the brush of his beard prickly against my tender skin. A moan resonates in my throat as his tongue soothes the temporary irritation. He’s dismantling my self-control, seducing me into a mindless version of myself.

The length of his tongue slips inside me. Spearing me. Setting me on fire. Each time it thrusts in and out, a shot of pleasuretravels up my spine. My inner muscles contract in a helpless rhythm, trying to catch and hold the slick intrusion.

I shiver as his hot breath huffs against the tender skin of my thighs, and his tongue grazes my sensitive peak. A sigh sticks in my throat as I melt like butter, every stroke of his tongue sending a delicious curl of sensation through my belly. It grows stronger as he licks at my throbbing clit, and the pleasure building inside me searches for release.

He builds the tension slowly, relentlessly, while sensation washes over me until I’m shaking. The muscles of his arms and chest pressed against my bare leg keep me open, anchoring me. Sweat breaks on the surface of my skin. My breath exhales in broken cries as his finger enters me… No, two fingers…

Jack slides them deeper every time my flesh pulses and relaxes. I’m still new to this, so it’s a little uncomfortable, especially as his knuckles gently stretch my tight muscles. Finally, he suctions his mouth over my stiff bud, his tongue flicking softly, quickly… and then there’s only pleasure. I strain and pant, my hips riding upward on a flare of heat, my body clamping on his invading fingers. Again. Again. Each contraction is stronger than the last.

His tongue continues to swirl and circle my clit, driving me higher, higher.

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