Page 76 of The Bodyguard

She dove under the white sheets.

But he didn’t join her. “Give me a minute.” Sawyer pulled the soft linens over her naked body and then padded out of her bedroom.

Solitude washed over Angela. It wasn’t as much a cold shower as it was a second of clarity. She’d never been in a relationship that ignited her deep within her body and soul. She’d never experienced a desperate need to touch and be touched, to give and give and get then give some more.

Uncertainty seized deep in her chest. She’d never known that in any relationship, reaching back to her earliest crushes and flirtations. And here, she’d found it, but it had an expiration date. The situation with Sawyer was built on a timeline. They had stepped out of their normal day-to-day and into an alternative reality in which exploring lust wasalmostas important as the reason they had traveled across the globe.

Thatalmostwas damn close.

A moment later, Sawyer returned, and with him, all the uncertainty subsided. Angela needed their legs tangled and hands searching.

He tossed a box of condoms on the nightstand.

Anticipation replaced any last remnants of doubt. She reached for the towel at his waist. It dropped next to hers.

Sawyer joined her in bed.

Angela giggled. “Oh my God. How are you so cold?”

He rolled on top of her and kissed her laughter away. She liked how they played together, that it wasn’t an itch-scratching of wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am.

“You’re a lot of fun,” he said.

“Glad you think so.”

His mouth dipped below her ear. “I could have fun with you all night long.”

She couldn’t stop smiling. This wasn’t how she pictured falling into bed with anyone. Comfortable and charged. Giving and taking. She and Sawyer asked what worked and tried new things. They smiled. Holy God, did they smile—when they weren’t gasping.

Sawyer kissed her neck, nipping to her collarbone. His strong hand cupped her breast. He thumbed and stroked her tight nipple. He inched lower and kissed her other breast. The dual teases matched tongue and touch, gentling, deepening, and fueling her fire.

“Please.” Her back arched. “I need you inside of me.”

He laid his head on her pillow and let his fingers dance down her stomach until they gently dipped between her legs, like he’d done on the deck. “I don’t want to rush you.”

Enough restraint. She crawled on top of him, straddled the thick ridge of his cock, and rocked her sex against him. “Maybe I haven’t been clear.” She kissed his cheek. “I have been ready for this since you walked onto the beach.”

Well before that, if she was being honest. The day before? Yes. The days before the day before? Yes. On the jet? Absolutely, yes. Before that? She wasn’t going to be any more honest with herself.

Sawyer flipped her onto her back. Their lips locked around laughter. This was more than arousal. This wasthe life.

He removed a condom from the package and covered himself, and nestled between her legs, he held her eyes. The head of his cock pressed against her opening.

Angela gave herself to him. His body flexed. Hers gave.

As if they had eons to lie together in bed, Sawyer sank deeper and deeper. Their breaths shortened.

An all-consuming ecstasy expanded inside her. She couldn’t fathom how he could give her so much. Angela’s eyelids closed.

Sawyer feathered kisses along her cheeks until her eyes met his again. He grinned in the most beautiful, soul-clutching way. Then his expression turned roguish.

When Sawyer slid from her and back again, her legs climbed his. Their mouths locked. Swirling desire and burning kisses blinded her from the world outside their bed. He drove her higher and higher, stealing kisses and breaths and calls of bliss. An unrecognizable climax beckoned. She was already too far gone to explode. But Sawyer didn’t know that. He pushed her understanding of pleasure past what she could comprehend, and when she couldn’t take another dazzling second, Angela called his name.

Sawyer gathered her close and buried his face against her neck. His release hit as her violent eruption rolled toward a lazy, lust-drenched contentment.

Angela stroked his back. Then he collapsed against her and caught his breath.

She pressed a kiss to his temple.

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