Page 42 of Keep Her from Them

“Don’t stop.”

“I won’t. Your legs curl around my waist and your arms around my shoulders until there’s no space between us. If I’d started turned on, by now, I’m a wreck. Nothing in my head but the feel of your body and the taste of your kiss. The water is deep, but I can just about touch the rocky ground to keep us afloat. My balance lets me use my hands to trace up your spine.”

A shiver passed over me. I moved my hand faster. “What if we got out of the loch?”

“Fuck. Aye, we do. I carry ye out, our kiss never stopping. Tell me what ye need from me. Do I offer my shirt to dry off?” He laughed at my whimper. “Then how about my lips travelling down after I place ye on the warm rock?”

“God, yes,” I hissed.

I could almost feel him. He was much bigger than me, and I widened my legs further to give him space.

“I kiss my way down your body. You shove my head to where ye need me most. Right between your legs. In a heartbeat, I have your legs over my shoulders and am discovering exactly how hard up for me you’ve become.”

I couldn’t answer any more than a moan, my body tight to the point of pain. I drove harder circles over my clit, desperation filling me for what he’d say next.

“The first touch of my tongue to your wet centre has ye bucking your hips to meet my mouth. I die over your sweet taste but don’t waste any time because my girl is needy. I lightly lick up and down so I know your shape then form my lips over your clit and suck.”

My moan filled the air, echoed by Raphael’s groan.

“Lucky for me, you’re telling me with those sounds exactly what ye need. How hard. How much pressure. I build ye up and up, toying with ye and loving the game. Except I’m selfish. I wantall of it fast, so I push until you’re teetering at the edge, pulling away to tongue-fuck ye because I need ye desperate for me. Are ye close?”

“Y-yes. So close.”

“Good girl. Feel my mouth and my tongue. The thickness of the fingers I slide into ye so I don’t miss a single one of your reactions. You’re wild for me. Ye squeeze down on my hand so perfectly then one. More. Suck. And my beautiful girl breaks apart.”

My looming orgasm surged and crashed over me, created then released by his words. I cried out and pulsed, dizzying waves of pleasure ebbing through every cell of my body and leaving me boneless. Alone, I could never reach this level of satisfaction. He’d done it over the phone using just his dirty words.

I came down from my high with a blissed-out smile on my lips.

“Still there?” Raphael asked.

“Still here.”

“I’m not. I’ve jumped back in the water to cool off because that was the hottest fucking thing I ever experienced.”

My heart squeezed, and I tried to conjure a response. But a check of my phone showed that Raphael had hung up on me.

When I drifted off to a heavy sleep, it was to thoughts of that Scottish loch and him.

Chapter 16

Raphael

Across the desk in the bodyguard’s office, Riss lifted her gaze from her screen. “That’s the full breakdown of the timeline. Any questions?”

She’d walked us through the risk assessment for the afternoon’s event, a charity football match featuring top-tier members of premier league teams. Alex would be there to show the royal family’s support, but her attendance hadn’t been announced. A fact I liked, even if my worries were through the roof.

The risk assessment was as good as it could be for a huge public event. The football stadium seated tens of thousands of people, and though searches were done of attendees with bags checked and pat-downs, they weren’t rigorous. All manner of dangers haunted my mind.

To my left, Johnnie folded his arms. “Why isn’t the princess confirmed as going to this thing today? Wouldn’t it be better for people to know?”

Beyond him, Riss shook her head. “That’s a bad idea for many reasons.”

“Such as?”

She shrugged. “Riskier to give ne’er-do-wells time to prepare.”

On that, we could agree.

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