Page 71 of Wyoming Bodyguard
When she couldn’t speak, he took a step back, one dark eyebrow arched high. “Should I stop?”
“No,” she said, her voice nothing but a wisp of air.
Smirking, he flattened one palm on her hip and put his other finger back under her strap. He locked his gaze on hers as he trailed his knuckle from down the strap to the top of her bra. He dipped his finger inside the material and traced it along the top of her breast. “Tell me if it’s too much. If there’s anything you don’t like. Tonight’s about you, showing you how much you mean to me.”
She sucked in a sharp breath as her nipples hardened. He hadn’t even touched her there yet, but just the thought of his hands on her—teasing her—set her blood on fire.
His chuckle skimmed across her skin. “I like you like this.”
She couldn’t help but grin. “You mean practically naked?”
“That doesn’t hurt. But I mean waiting.” He ducked his head to replace his fingers, pushing the rest of the cup of her bra aside to free her breast. “Your body trembling and your wicked imagination wondering what I plan to do next.” His tongue flicked out to trace the hard bud of her nipple as he freed the hook at her back, ridding her of the pesky patch of fabric.
She groaned and squirmed, needing more. Needing him.
He moved to take her other breast in his mouth while his hands slid down her sides to dip into her panties. He dropped to his knees, taking the lace with him to the floor.
His face was so close to her most intimate place, but not close enough. She threaded her hands in his hair and encouraged him to take her in his mouth.
Madden griped her hips in his large hands and swiped his thumb along her sensitive mound, combining it with his warm breath.
A shiver shot through Lily, shaking her knees. Her body trembled, and ragged breaths tore from her chest in quick pants. When his tongue slipped into her wetness, she tightened her grip on his hair and tugged. Her balance teetered as her head spun. She ground her hips against him, bucking and writhing as his fingers thrust inside her. His tongue moved faster. Ripples of pleasure cascaded inside her and pushed her over the edge.
Her muscles seized before her body went lax. “Holy shit, Madden.”
Grinning, he stood and scooped her off her feet to carry her to the bed. He laid her gently on the soft comforter and hovered above her. “I’ve wanted to do that longer than I care to admit.”
Lily propped herself on her elbows and flicked her glance toward his jeans. “I think it’s about time to do what I’ve wanted.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Not waiting another second, she undid the button and helped him move the thick material down his thighs. She traced the hard muscles on his back as he kicked his pants the rest of the way off then removed his boxers.
Her mouth watered as she watched him find a condom in the back pocket of his jeans. He knelt on the bed beside her, his manhood jutting in all its glory.
“You sure you’re ready for this? We can stop if you need more time.”
She stared at him with her heart pounding, happiness building inside her. After everything they’d gone through, everything he’d done for her, this was one of the easiest decisions she’d ever made. “I want to take every step with you, Madden. Come here.”
She opened her arms and he lowered himself on top of her, catching her mouth in his as he settled over her. She took the now-open condom from him and slid it over his dick.
He moaned, eyes closed and body still.
She moved her hands around to grip his ass and trailed kisses from the top of his shoulder, up his neck, and lingered on his delicious mouth.
He braced himself on one arm as the other hand cradled her cheek. He stared into her eyes as if he desired to know every secret she had trapped inside her brain. “You’re magical, Lily. You always have been.”
She smiled and pressed her lips to his palm as he entered her. She gasped, her center stretching to fit him.
He stilled, eyes wide. “You okay?”
She nodded. “Better than okay.”
He grinned and began a slow, gentle movement. Each thrust sent spikes of pleasure shooting through her. She shut her eyes, savoring the feel of him. Stars burst behind her closed lids. She’d lived nearly three decades and had never felt so damn good—never felt so loved and cherished.
“Open your eyes,” he said, his voice deep and gravelly.
She did as he asked and the look on his face stole her breath. Her heart raced and ached at the same time, creating a heady combination.
