Page 47 of Trust My Bodyguard

I join her, leaning against the counter. “Need help?”

“No, I’ve got it.” She moves around for a while before coming to face me. “I know I give you a lot of a shit, but what you did today was very sweet.”

“As opposed to everything else I do?”

She scoffs. “You know what I mean.” Then with her eyes boring into mine, her voice quiet, she says, “Thank you.”

The softly spoken words hang between us.

I don’t want a thank you. My gaze drops to her lips. I want something else.

So I take it.

I close the gap between us and slip a palm around her nape. Her soft hair tickles my fingers and sends shockwaves through my system.

She murmurs my name, wide eyes searching my face. She doesn’t pull away or push me. She leans in, her lips parted. It’s all the opening I need.

I crush our lips together.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Ivy

Brody’s faces is pressed against mine. He’s kissing me with his full, sensual lips.

It’s like the night we moved in all over again. Only this time, he’s wide awake. It’s intentional. He cannot backtrack and claim that the best kiss of my life is a mistake.

No mistake has ever tasted this good.

I reach for him, banding my arms around his neck. He sucks in a deep breath and wraps his arms around my back, pulling me flush against him.

An alarm goes off in my head, blaring through my body. I’m being held by a man—solid build, strong arms, with heat radiating off him. I want more. There’s barely any space between us but my feet scuttle forward, gluing me to him.

Apparently, this is not enough.

Brody angles his head to the side and parts my lips with an expert tongue. Deciding he likes my taste with a thick growl, he walks me backward until my ass hits the counter.

Then he tilts me back until his arms are doing all the work to keep me from falling over. He deepens the kiss even more, his pelvis pressing into me. His thick shaft is hard as steel and branding my lower belly.

My brain goes mush. Tingles erupt on my skin spreading everywhere.

My breath gasps out as I struggle to find better purchase between his neck and shoulders and those firm-as-fuck biceps as he devours my mouth. Seriously. I haven’t ever been kissed like this before. I can’t breathe and I don’t want to. I just want him to keep rolling his tongue with mine and crashing his pelvis against my center.

Just when I’ve found a rhythm to match his, he comes up for air, pulling a whine from my lips. “If I’d known you were so hot for it, I’d have kissed you sooner.”

The cocky bastard.

“I’d have kicked you in the groin if you’d come anywhere near me,” I retort.

A wicked smirk curves reddened lips upward. He lets me go and takes a step back. “Do it.”

“Do...” The groin kicking, my brain catches up. I look down and oh, lord.

Brody’s stiff cock outlines the front of his trousers. It’s forced to lay flat on his body, but even with the restriction, I can see how swollen it is. Just imagine what that would look like when it’s out of its fabric cage.

My nipples swell and the spot between my legs grows tingly. I stare at the hard length and lick my lips. The wicked things that mammoth cock would do to me. I want it.

“Hmm,” Brody’s eyes narrow, taking me in. “I thought so.”

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