Page 46 of Protecting Bianca

Removing my bra, I draped it over the tub and placed my dress on top. I left my panties on.

The soft cotton fabric caressed my skin as I put on the robe. That did feel more comfortable than before.

I turned at the sound of the electronic key opening the front door and for a moment I froze until I saw Jager walk in.

“I got a few things—”

He stopped talking when I walked through the bathroom door with the robe open to my navel.

He dropped the bag and marched toward me. He reached me in less than five strides and curled the palm of his hand over the back of my neck and jaw right before his lips crashed into mine.

I hadn’t expected the kiss so quickly, or perhaps it was the intensity in his eyes right before he dropped his head that took my breath away, but I gasped as I struggled to breathe.

He allowed me a short breath before reclaiming my lips and exploring my mouth with the tip of his tongue.

My lungs burned from the intensity of his kiss, and my chest rose with each labored breath.

His fingers were in my hair, and my whole body tingled from his touch and his kiss. It felt as though I were flying.

“You taste so good, B,” he whispered, and my lungs greedily took in air. It sounded as though I was hyperventilating, but I was just trying to keep my feet on the ground and my body from flying away just from a kiss.

His hand found mine, and he led me to the black leather sofa. Removing his jacket, he placed it over the couch. His white shirt stretched from the movement, and I noticed the contour of his chest muscles. God, he was gorgeous with his clothes on. I couldn’t imagine what he looked like with his shirt off.

I was dying to find out.

My fingers found the top button and clumsily opened his shirt. His throat was warm and surprisingly soft. He looked so lean and hard that I almost expected him to be made of rock and bone.

I moved onto the second button and the third. His muscles flexed the closer I got to his rippled middle. Finally, I ran my hands over his shoulders, removing his shirt completely.

Without any reservation, I took him in with my eyes, scanning every inch of the tanned flesh beneath the palm of my hands.

My gaze immediately found the scorpion tattoo on his upper chest, but quickly noticed that he’d added another one below it. Closer to his heart, he’d inked a bee. A bumblebee.

I traced it with my finger. He closed his eyes and pressed his hand over mine. His heart fluttered like a bee trapped in a glass, and I leaned forward and pressed my lips to it.

I didn’t know for sure that it was for me, but how could I not think it, when he still called me by that nickname?

“I never imagined I would hold you like this ever again,” he whispered in my ear and goosebumps climbed all over my body.

“Neither did I.”

“Wait here.”

He stood from the couch and picked up the bag he’d dropped moments earlier. He picked up a box of condoms and slipped a couple in his pocket. Then he pulled out a paper box.

“What’s in there?” I asked, curiosity gnawing at me.

He smirked and handed me the box. Prying the two white flaps apart, I saw a half dozen chocolate-covered strawberries inside.

I smiled. “They’re my favorite.”

“I know. I’ve fantasized aboutdoing this for years.”

“You imagined buying me chocolates? That’s sweet.”

He shook his head. “No, B. I imagined this.”

Taking the box from my hands, he pulled me over to sit on the couch. His hand slid up my thigh and parted the robe, revealing my red lace panties underneath. “Mmm…this won’t do,” he said.

---