Page 75 of Unguarded

The water isn’t the only thing making me wet. I squeeze my thighs together, hoping he doesn’t smell my arousal right smack dab in front of his face.

My eyes trail down over him—his bulky shoulders, one with the doubleRRedford Ranch brand and his full-sleevedtattoo—and down over his abs to his tight white boxer briefs. His worn Wranglers are tossed over the side of the fence nearby, along with his mud-splattered T-shirt, cowboy hat, and boots.

Cash slowly rises to a stand after cleaning my feet up and rinsing off my shoes. My eyes disobey my every command, focusing on the hard, outlined length tenting his wet boxers. They’re partly see-through now. My throat tightens, and my mouth waters as I take in the veins and bulging head of this dick.

“You can ignore that,” he grunts, placing the showerhead back into the holder.

I absolutely cannot ignore that.

My nipples pucker through the thin pink fabric of my sports bra. We’re outside on his ranch. Any of his brothers, Dolly, or ranch hands could come looking for us and see what we’re up to.

My gosh, his elderly father could too.

My eyes trail back up over his taut abs and chest until finally reaching his five-o’clock shadow and lips. When our eyes meet, I see the swirling desire in their depths, barely restrained behind his wall of impressive self-control.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he whispers.

“Who said a little pain doesn’t make the pleasure that much better?” I know he didn’t meanphysicallyhurt me, but I don’t need to be coddled.

His eyes darken. Callus fingers brush against my back, pulling me closer to him. “I’m your bodyguard. I can’t be your boyfriend.”

I bite my lip, eyes drifting down to his. Our height differencemakes me still have to tilt my head back, even as I stare at his mouth.

“I’m not looking for a boyfriend.” I hate how breathless I sound, like a hopeless fool.

His hand trails up my back until it’s wrapped around the base of my neck. “This is a gross abuse of my position. My responsibility is to protect you, not fuck your perfect mouth.”

I gasp at his words, my body crushed up against his as he tugs me to him. The thick, hard length of his cock is pressed against my stomach. My leggings are soaked through with my arousal.

“Is that what you think about?” I’m desperate to know what his fantasies are.

If they’re about Kacie and not me, I’ll punch him in the face.

His big hand moves down until he’s cupping my ass, squeezing it hard. His lips touch my ear. “You can’t handle hearing my depraved thoughts about you.”

My eyes roll back in my head. My arms reach up and wrap around his neck, bringing our bodies fully flush together. My cold, peaked nipples press into his chest, only separated by the sports bra.

“Try me,” I whisper.

He nips my ear, hand still kneading my ass. “I lie awake with that wall separating us, and I think about you sneaking into my room. You’re wearing those silky pajamas you love to dance around in.” His deep voice sends sultry vibrations down my neck, all the way to my toes. “And I tear them to shreds before finally finding out just exactly what you taste like before I fuck you, hard and raw.”

I gasp, jerking back to meet his eyes. “I …”

A wicked smirk spreads across his lips. “Told you that you couldn’t handle it.”

I lick my lips. It’s all the invitation he needs before leaning down to press his mouth to mine, finally devouring me without hesitation. I open up for him, loving the feel of his finger scraping up my bare back and his tongue slipping between my lips. His hands push up my sports bra, baring my breasts to the cool air. He stops kissing me to dip his head down and suck my nipple into his mouth. I gasp, tilting my head back and staring up at the sky.

That’s it. I’ve reached peak living. I want Cash to suck on my nipples for the rest of my life. This is more exhilarating than performing for any sold-out stadium.

And he hasn’t even fucked me yet.

He moves to my other nipple, pinching the first in his fingers and twisting. Pain, mixed with pleasure, shoots down to my sex. He lifts up his head, only long enough to peel the sports bra off of me, tossing it to the side before cupping my face in his hands. He kisses me slowly then, like he’s savoring the taste of me.

I’m topless and at his mercy. I don’t know how far we’ll go out here, but I’ll let him take me all the way he wants to. The thrill of possibly getting caught makes me that much more turned on.

He’s in full control. His hand dips down until he reaches my waistband. He slips under it, his forefinger brushing across the seam of my lips. A moan spills from my mouth. I grasp his shoulder, clawing at him as he uses just the right amount of pressure on my clit, going in smooth circles.

Calluses, calluses.

---