Page 48 of Protecting Bianca

But when my nipples hardened, and he took one in his mouth, I knew I couldn’t last. My body clenched and spasmed and I screamed out his name.

Jager roared something, jerking forward, barely catching himself before he fell on top of my limp body.

“Damn, Bumblebee. You’re going to be the death of me,” he said, boxing me in with his arms.

“Yes. But you’ll die a happy man.”

“That I fucking will.”

12

Bianca

I recalled fumbling toward the bedroom last night as Jager kissed my neck, but I couldn’t remember what the room looked like. That explained why my brain needed a few minutes to register where I was when I opened my eyes the next morning. My bedroom at home definitely didn’t have floor-to-ceiling windows, nor did it have the thickest duvet and mattress cover I’d ever slept in. It felt as though I’d slept on a bed of clouds.

“What are you smiling about?”

I turned toward his voice. He stood in the bathroom door frame, wearing only a towel around his waist, and his hair shiny and wet. The contours of his chest were even more visible in this light that I blushed, thinking of my lips pressed up against each ridge and muscle.

“Damn, if you’re smiling because you’re thinking what I’m thinking right now, I’m definitely going to be late.”

Turning to my phone on the nightstand, I tapped it to see the time. “It’s only seven. And isn’t it Sunday?”

“It is. But I promised Detectives Khan and Chaudhary I’d meet with them today.”

I groaned and fell back onto the bed. “I’m going back to sleep.”

With my eyes closed, his body hovered over me. Then his lips brushed against my mouth. “Get some rest. I have plans for you later.”

“You do?”

“Definitely.”

A fresh scent of eucalyptus and lemon filled the air, and I decided then I would take a bath in this room while he was away.

“What time is check-out?”

“What time do you want it to be?”

I chuckled. “Be serious.”

“I am. I’ll pay for another night, and you can stay for as long as you wish.” He pulled on a pair of black dress pants, probably the ones he wore last night, and a white shirt. He tucked his tie into the pocket of his jacket and lifted the white collar over it. I sat and watched the whole thing as though it was the most fascinating show I’d ever seen.

“I’m sorry to run out, but I do have to go.”

“Of course.”

He walked back to the bed and kissed me again. His lips lingered this time, and he groaned when he pulled away. “If this wasn’t a matter of safety, I would never leave your bedside.”

“Mmm…I’m starting to think this whole thing has been blown out of proportion. Perhaps you don’t have to go after all.”

He grinned and kissed my lips quickly this time. “I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

“Don’t rush. I’ll take a bath while you’re away.”

“Those two sentences are quite contradictory. If you don’t want me to rush, it’s best I don’t know you’re waiting here wet and naked.”

I laughed and shook my head. “Go.”

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