Page 70 of The Bodyguard

“Who’s going to hold me up?” he joked.

She patted the lounger. “Now you don’t need to worry about that.”

“What about you?” Sawyer played with her hair. “What do you need?”

“That’s a big question, Sawyer.”

“That’s the way I roll.”

She pressed her forehead to his. “This.” From the inside out, she was shimmering. Confidence bubbled in her chest. Arousal pulsed. She was drunk on him and had barely had a taste. “You.”

He would give and take in ways she couldn’t conceive. That was the trust she had in Sawyer, and in return, she would give him everything he wanted.

He scooped her onto his lap, and their mouths met again. Sawyer rubbed his hand over her knee, rubbing her thigh. Her sex throbbed. A building ache deep in her core dropped lower and lower as his strong hand inched higher.

“I want more than that,” she whispered against his lips.

He nipped her bottom lip. His fingers slipped under her shorts. Her breaths raced as his touch crawled closer and closer to where she wanted him. Her legs shifted apart. His knucklesgrazed the silk that covered her mound. The tease had just enough pressure. Again, Angela couldn’t breathe.

“Like that?”

Did he have to ask? “I might kill you if you stop.”

He laughed against her mouth. “That’s not the way I plan to go, sweetheart.” Still, he moved his hand. “Lift up.” Sawyer tugged her bottoms off. His fingertips fluttered over the triangle of hair between her legs. “Better?”

Lost for words, she nodded.

“Tell me what you like.”

Angela didn’t have the first clue. “I don’t know.”

He inched her legs apart and, this time, without the barrier of clothes, stroked the back of his knuckles against her again. His arm around her back held her in place. Her eyes pinched shut as his knuckles skimmed across her folds, playing against her slick skin.

“This?” Careful fingers teased and spread her until the cool ocean air danced with his rhythmic touch. The pads of his fingertips circled her clit with a delirious pressure. “That’s good?”

Her head dropped back. “Yeah.”

“Good.” Sawyer kissed her neck.

Angela squirmed and lifted her hips. The incoming climax would be too much. His fingers abandoned her throbbing clitoris.

“No, no, no…”

But he moved to her opening, and her mind changed instantly.

“God,” she gasped.

Sawyer retook her mouth. His tongue moved against hers. His fingers pressed into her tight entrance. The filling pressure brought needy gasping sounds from deep in her body. “Sawyer.”

He worked her into a frenzy. Angela couldn’t catch her breath. Her hips flexed. A desperate low cry roared through her as her climax exploded.

Angela floated in his arms. Her limp legs tangled with his, and Sawyer held her close. Inexplicable tears lodged at the back of her throat.

He stretched them both out on the loungers so they lay face to face. Sawyer stroked her hair. He didn’t hurry her along, didn’t rip off his clothes. He just held her as the sun dropped lower in the sky and the day fell into twilight.

Finally, she took a deep breath and raised her eyes to his. What did a person say after a world-shifting experience? She didn’t know.

But apparently Sawyer did. “That was fuckin’ amazing.” The corners of his mouth curved up as though he meant it.

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