Page 22 of The Bodyguard's Vow

Tugging the collar of my shirt just far enough away from my chest that he could see down it from his vantage point, I fanned my face with my other hand. “It’s really hot in here. Could you turn up the air conditioner?”

“Merda.” He unclenched his fists and reached for me, dragging me up against him before driving his hips upward to grind his hardness against me. “I’m done resisting you,sole mio. I’m known for my iron will, but you’re too damn tempting. I never knew I could need someone this badly.”

I would’ve done a celebratory dance if I didn’t think it would ruin the moment I’d been waiting years for. “Finally.”

His eyes flared, and he cursed under his breath as he tossed me over his shoulder. I held on to the loops on the waist of his pants as he stomped through the cabin and into the bedroom.Then he tossed me onto the mattress and crashed on top of me. Lowering his head, he finally gave me what I’d been craving for so long…capturing my mouth in a deep kiss.

My lips parted when his tongue swept across them. I eagerly returned his kiss, earning me a guttural groan, and his hand fisted my hair to tilt my head back as he devoured me. His tongue stroked deep inside my mouth, claiming me.

Then he parted my legs to settle his hips between them, and I whimpered against his lips. Every inch of our bodies was plastered together. His hard length was pressed against my opening, with only thin layers of clothing separating us.

“You’re almost ready to fly apart for me, aren’t you?”

I wiggled my hips, needing him closer. “Yes.”

“You’re so damn sweet. And sexy as hell.” He nipped at the sensitive skin where my neck met my shoulder.

His compliment made my core clench. My thighs tightened around him, and he gave a quick thrust of his hips that stroked his hard length up the center of my sleep shorts.

“Mico,” I gasped.

His teeth sank into the side of my neck, hard enough to leave a mark, and then he sat up between my legs with a hand holding my knees open. His eyes swept down my body until they focused between my legs.

“I can already see how turned on you are, right through those sleep shorts of yours that barely cover anything. You brought them just to torture me, didn’t you?”

“Absolutely.” I beamed an unashamed grin at him.

His lips curved into a slight smirk. “Remind me to throw them the fuck away when we get back to Camellia Falls. I’d hate to have to kill one of my enforcers if they accidentally saw you dressed like this.”

The possessive statement sent a feminine thrill directly to my core. “They’ve already served their purpose. You can make a bonfire with them, for all I care.”

“Be a good girl and stay still for me,” he ordered, tugging my shorts down my legs as he shuffled back to lie down at the end of the mattress. The new position put him right between my legs, his face in front of my bare pussy.

His dark eyes were filled with heat when he met my gaze. “You have no idea how often I’ve dreamed of getting a taste of what I’m guessing is the sweetest pussy I’ll ever get my mouth on.”

Proving I could be just as possessive as him, I narrowed my eyes and muttered, “Theonlyone from now on.”

“I haven’t had anyone in my bed for more years than I want to admit, and I wouldn’t risk your brother’s wrath if I didn’t plan to keep you,sole mio.”

His words made me shiver just as much as the warmth of his breath against my heated core. But my thoughts scattered when he brushed his lips against the inside of my thigh. I couldn’t focus on anything except the feel of his warm lips against my skin, followed by the rough slide of his beard.

He wrapped his hands around the underside of my thighs, and his hold tightened when he leaned forward to trace up my center with his tongue. I’d never felt anything like it. My entire body was stretched taut, warmth building in my lower belly as his mouth worked me. He built my passion, higher and higher. Long licks. Swirls around my clit. Nibbles along the lips of my sex. With his mouth open wide and tongue stroking, the pressure inside me reached a peak. I exploded, shouting his name. “Mico!”

He didn’t pull back until I collapsed against the mattress, panting. “Nobody has ever used that nickname for me before. Ilike that it’s only yours, and I plan on hearing you say it the same damn way over and over again as I make you come.”

His plan sounded fantastic to me. “Yes, please.”

He shifted positions, settling between my legs with his dick nestled between my pussy lips. Even through the fabric of his pants, his shaft was hot as he rocked against my wetness.

“Are you a virgin,sole mio?”

I quirked a brow at his gruff question. “Why do I have a feeling that you already know darn well that I haven’t even been properly kissed before you?”

“Because even though I forced myself to keep my distance, you know me, Gabriella. Did you really think I’d ever let that prick—or any other—get a taste of you?”

George’s reluctance to kiss me and relief when I broke things off made so much more sense now. And while a small part of me was irritated that Domenico had interfered when he had no intention of making a move on me himself, I was mostly thrilled that he’d wanted me so much that he couldn’t stand the idea of another man having so much as a kiss from my lips. That didn’t mean I wasn’t going to give him a little bit of trouble over his sneakiness, though. “You’d better make it up to me.”

“Oh, I will,” he practically purred.

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