Page 75 of The Bodyguard

Everything about him was hard muscled and more than she could have imagined.

Sawyer grasped her hips. Their bodies came together, stomach to stomach, lips on lips. He wrapped her to him and backed her into the shower, never taking his mouth from hers.

The water was almost too hot. Somehow, shivers ran down her back. Sand washed off her body. His kisses were all-consuming, holding her up, keeping her alive. Sawyer threaded his hands into her hair and pressed his chiseled body to her softness. They were a contradiction of experiences, but their need was a universal leveler. She wasn’t shy. She didn’t feel uncertain or nervous. Desire guided her hands. Caution didn’t hold him back.

He kissed and nipped down her neck, massaging her breast until his mouth covered her nipple. She cried. The demanding sensation made her legs shake.

His tongue lashed. His teeth played a dangerous game of teasing. Sawyer slid a hand between her legs and stroked her sex. Too many feelings were present. Her brain couldn’t map all the pleasure at once.

With a deft touch, he found her clit. Angela swayed. His kisses trailed to her other breast, offering the same onslaught of tongue lashes and mind-numbing attention.

“Sawyer…” Her head lolled to the side. He was too good to her. This was too much for her to experience. Her climax ripped through her before she could cry his name again. And he didn’t stop, matching the thundering pulse of her orgasm until she couldn’t move.

She was limp, sated, and still so desperate for more of him that she could not focus on anything beyond bringing him to orgasm.

She wrapped her hands around his cock, and Sawyer nipped her bottom lip. She smiled lazily into his kiss, still floating on a cloud. Her hands stroked him. Approval rumbled in his chest.

Hot water and his need pulled her from her hazy aftershocks. She liked his breaths and the way he groaned. Her thumb brushed the head of his erection. She gripped his muscular thickness, making his hips flex.

Sawyer’s eyes were closed, his head tipped back. Pure bliss showed on his face. She’d put it there. Confidence multiplied her need.

She dropped to her knees and rubbed her cheek against his muscular thigh.

“Ange,” he managed. “Not yet.”

The shower water hit his back, which protected her from the raining spray. Still, droplets ricocheted around them. Angela looked up. Their eyes met. She never wanted this more.

Gently, she caressed his shaft. “I don’t think that’s the right answer.”

Her tongue teased his smooth skin.

His chest expanded, his eyes slipping shut as he breathed her name.

“Yes?” she asked, lips teasing a sensitive spot.

He wasn’t hard to convince. After another exploratory kiss, his no transformed into an emphatic yes.

Angela’s hand slid to his crown and back. Her lips wrapped over him.

Sawyer gasped. His hands tangled in her hair.

Taking and releasing him, she slid her mouth over Sawyer. Power curled through Angela like an aphrodisiac. Sawyer fought for restraint, and she wanted to make him lose control.

“Ange…” His fingers knotted in her hair. “God…” His hips flexed. “Sweetheart—” Sawyer pulled from her mouth. His hand wrapped over hers, working his cock until his head dropped back. His release came, falling onto her breasts. He shuddered and stilled. Shower water fell around his shoulders. Pleasure carved a deep, satisfied expression onto his face.

Angela watched, amazed by their connection.

Finally, he opened his eyes, lifted her onto her feet, and wrapped her in a soul-touching embrace.

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

Wrapped in a towel, Angela let Sawyer lead her upstairs. His towel hung dangerously low on his hips. The chill of air conditioning and of anticipation pricked over her flushed skin.

They entered her bedroom. Without a flicker of uncertainty, Sawyer pulled back her covers.

She didn’t have his unflappable confidence. Maybe that was one of the many reasons why her pulse pounded. Angela let her towel fall to the floor in a pile around her ankles.

His eyes flared, and he nodded toward the bed.

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