Page 50 of The Bodyguard

“I’ll give them a ring. I think there’s some wine in the rack, we can have some of that with lunch.”

“Yeah, I already found the wine.”

She starts to walk away, but then stops, and turns back around. “I can’t remember the number. I think it’s on the fridge door, though.”

She comes over to me, reaching past me to release a scrap of paper from underneath a fridge magnet, and as she does that her arm brushes against me, and in a reflex action I couldn’t control – seriously, I couldn’t – I rest a hand against her hip. And when she looks at me I’m having to summon up every ounce of self-control I have left to turn this around, it can’t happen. But I want it to, so fucking much.

“We don’t have to pretend when we’re alone,” she whispers. “Remember?”

Our eyes lock, and I swear, I know what I should be doing. What Ishouldbe doing…

“So…”

That’s all she says, and I can’t move. It’s like my muscles have seized up, and yet, I can feel my fingers digging into her hip, and she isn’t stopping that.

“Bodie?”

She frowns slightly, before that frown turns into a smile, and she lifts her hand to my face and cups my cheek, and when she kisses me my brain is screaming at me to stop this. Push her away. Get out of this, now, before it’s too fucking late, but I do none of that. Instead, I slide my arm around her waist and I pull her closer, so close every inch of her connects with my body, and I react in the way any man would react when they’re holding a crazy-beautiful woman this close. And still she doesn’t stop me.

Her hand snakes around the back of my neck, her fingers splaying out, sliding into my hair, pushing my head down, and we’re kissing. She tastes of mint toothpaste, her skin smells of lemon and lime, and her mouth is so fucking soft but her kiss is hard as hell, deep and dirty, and I’m losing control by the second.

I spin her around, our mouths still touching, I don’t want to let her go or stop this kiss, because when that happens the reality of that line we’ve just crossed will be all too real. And I don’t know how I’m going to deal with that, so I don’t want to think about it. Not yet. Not until I have to. And the only thing I’m aware of now is her hands clawing at my zipper, so I help her with that. And it’s hard to batter down the sigh of relief as my cock springs free, hard and ready and –shit!There’s no going back now. No fucking going back…

Lena

I don’t know how we got here, I don’t really care, I just know that I want him. He wants me. And no-one’s pretending anymore.

Reaching up under my sundress, I tear off my underwear like it’s burning me, and he lifts me up and sits me down on the countertop, his hands on my knees as he yanks them apart.

My heart’s beating so fast it’s painful, so hard I’m terrified it’s going to burst through my ribs, and my breathing is ragged and way too quick, but I’m desperate. I want this to happen before he changes his mind; realises it’s too dangerous, because it probably is. If Dad knew what was happening…

I open my eyes and I look at him, pushing all thoughts of my family away, I want to concentrate on this. Him. I want him to kiss me until my lips hurt, I want to feel his hands on my skin, I want to know what it’s like to have him inside me. I had no idea how much I wanted that, any of it, until today. This morning. Maybe last night, I don’t know, I can’t remember all that much, just the burning embarrassment of kissing him, because – yeah. Because I wantedthis.

His mouth touches mine again, and I close my eyes and grip the edge of the counter as he pushes into me; as his lips leave mine for the briefest of seconds to allow him to pull my dress up over my head. I’m naked now. And he looks at me, and he smiles, and it feels like my heart’s exploding. He smiles, and my head starts to spin. He kisses me, and I wrap my legs around him, pulling him in deeper, and I know this is going to be frantic and fast and quite possibly the best sex I’ve had in forever, and I’m going to store every second of it at the forefront of my brain so I can relive it all later.

His thrusts pick up speed, he’s pounding into me with a fierce intensity, and it’s beautiful and painful and everything I want. Need. But this man, he’s more than just a frustration fuck. He’s so much more than that…

Bodie

She’s warm and wet and we fit like we were made for each other, and I know I’m being swept away on a wave of clichés because my cock’s buried deep inside her, but I was starting to feel things for this woman long before we got to this stage. The attraction was there from the beginning, and knowing what I know now… Oh, Jesus, I don’t want this to end but I’m not being given a great deal of choice here, I can already feel it starting, that white-hot rush, and I’m fucking powerless now as the inevitable release swamps me. Engulfs me. And her finger nails dig into my shoulder as my body stills and I come with a force that surprises even me. So powerful it takes my breath away, and her legs tighten around me, even when I reach down to touch her; help her, I want to feel her come, too. And when she does, I swear, it’s enough to almost tip me over the edge. Her body bucks against mine, her cries filling the empty kitchen, echoing off the walls as she grips me like the sweetest of vices. And then it’s done. It’s over. Finished.

As everything starts to slow down, she slides a hand around the back of my neck, dropping her head so our foreheads touch, but we don’t say anything. We both need a moment to breathe. To process what’s just happened.

“Are we okay?” she asks, pulling back from me, her fingers still stroking the back of my neck.

I smile at her, and I want to tell her, yeah, we’re okay. We’re good, because we’re two people who found each other, against all the fucking odds, but we’re not okay.Thisis not okay. But it happened. And I’m already lying to her, so one more isn’t going to change anything.

“We’re okay.”

She smiles too, and her face comes alive, and she looks so fucking beautiful it breaks my heart.

“We should make a move,” she says, pulling her hand away from me, and I nod and step back to let her slide down from the counter.

“Lena?”

She looks at me, and I reach out for her and pull her back against me, kissing her softly. Another excuse to taste her. Feel her. And I shouldn’t encourage this, I should tell her it was a mistake. A possibly fatal mistake. A game-changer, if anyone found out. So many fucking lies are floating around this place it’s hard to grasp what reality is anymore.

“Nobody can find out about this. Do you understand?”

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