Page 10 of Bodyguard Crush
The fast-paced song moves into a slow song, and instead of walking away, he slows his movements. His hands find mine and lift them to his neck. He offers a smile as his hands move to my hips. “I hope this is okay?”
I can’t make the smile leave my face as I nod once. My face heats, and I know it must be bright red, but he doesn’t mention it as he holds me close. His heat sinks into me, and his smell is all around me. I can’t help but rest my head against his shoulder. My eyes fall closed as I breathe him in deeply. I know this doesn’t mean anything, but it feels good, and I want to remember it forever anyway. I’ve never gotten this close to someone I didn’t really know before, and it’s all so exciting and intoxicating.
I live in every single second, and I know the song will end soon. I pull my head from his shoulder and look up into his eyes. His green eyes are sparkling with the multicolored lights dancing around the bar. They seem darker than usual, more intense. His tongue comes out, and it runs across his lips. Is he going to kiss me?
My stomach muscles tighten with need as I wait. Each second feels like a minute. Each minute feels like an hour. That pull between us grows stronger, and he tilts his head to the side just slightly. If I wasn’t watching him intently, I never would have noticed. I wet my lips, preparing for the kiss I know is about to come. He leans in, and just as I do the same, he turns his head to look at the bar. “Let’s go grab another drink,” he says.
It feels like cold water has been thrown on me. I was sure he was going to kiss me. I was waiting for that kiss. I wanted that kiss. I don’t say anything as he releases all but my hand. He leads me through all the couples dancing and back to our table, where the two of us take our seats. My heart is racing because I’m mad. I feel let down. My body was wound tight, and then out of nowhere, it snapped and came unraveled.
I pick up my beer and take a long drink.
“It’s getting late. We should probably get back.”
“Oh, okay,” I say, setting my glass onto the table. I grab my purse and pull my credit card out of the inside pocket. When I look up to hand it over, I find him already slipping the server some cash.
“You didn’t have to do that. I would’ve paid,” I tell him.
He snorts. “I brought you here. I wouldn’t make you pay.” He stands, not saying anything else.
I stand with him, and he keeps his hand on my lower back as he leads the way to the door. Back in the parking lot, he opens the passenger side door, and I slide in. Something feels off. Not only am I upset but he also seems angry, and I don’t know why. I thought we were having a good time. How did things change so quickly, and why? Did I do something wrong?
Nobody speaks on the drive back home. I just sit and watch as we pass through town. Before I know it, we’re pulling back through my gate. He parks his car, and I’m climbing out before he can get around the vehicle.
6
KADEN
On the whole way home, she’s quiet. She sits completely still, her fingers twisting into knots in her lap as her eyes stay glued to the passenger window. She seems to be mad at me, or at least upset with me about something. But what? She seemed to be enjoying herself tonight. Maybe she wanted to go more places? I did tell her she needed to explore the town, and the only place she was really able to see was the bar and grill. But we had been drinking, and then we started dancing. Things got way too serious way too fast. I almost fucked up and kissed her. I can only imagine how that would’ve gone. I shake the thought from my head as I park the car and unbuckle my seat belt.
She opens her door and hurries toward the house. I rush to catch up to her, not wanting her to walk around outside in the dark alone. I’m right on her heels as she dashes up the porch steps. She pushes through the front door, and I turn to shut it and lock it as she heads straight for the stairs.
Stopping on the third step, she turns around to face me. She looks down at me, and I can see she’s hiding something, but I’m not sure what. She’s not as easy to read as most people are. I guess, in a way, she’s well-trained for this—to hide her real emotions and make people believe she’s something she’s not. “Thank you for dinner. I really did enjoy myself.”
I press my lips together and nod.
She turns and walks more slowly up the stairs now, though I still can’t help but feel like she’s running from me. I don’t blame her. If my bodyguard had almost kissed me, I’d run too. I guess I should just consider myself lucky that she didn’t fire me on the spot. I got a buzz, was able to touch her, and I let my guard down. That can’t happen again. She didn’t fire me this time, but I might not be as lucky next time.
From here on out, I will be nothing but professional. I will not look at her with interest. I will not go out of my way to get to know her or be friendly. I will not touch her in any way that is not professional. I will build a wall between us that neither of us can cross. Pissed at myself, I walk up the stairs and go straight to my room, where I fall into bed.
I usually fall asleep pretty fast, especially after a couple of beers, but that is not the case tonight. When I close my eyes, all I can see is the two of us on that dance floor, only I’m not reliving tonight. I’m changing it, making it the way I wanted it to happen. Instead of pulling away, I push forward, closing the space between our lips. She doesn’t push me away or slap me. No, she steps into me. Her hands fist into my hair as she jerks me close to her. I imagine her lips to be soft and her tongue to be warm and sweet. I can see the intensity between us multiply as our kiss gains speed. I pull her off the dance floor, and she doesn’t resist in any way. With her hand in mine, I lead her back to the bathroom. We practically fall inside, and I spin around and press her back against the door as my mouth goes back to hers.
My hands begin pushing that tiny little dress up her thighs. My fingertips brush against her panties, and I hook them around the top and yank them down so fast they rip, and she gasps. We’re both in a hurry now. We need to be one. I pick her up, pinning her against the door, and her legs wrap around my hips. I reach between us and free myself from my jeans. It only takes a second before I’m pushing into her where her tightness and heat greet me in an overbearing way. My release rises, and then…
My eyes pop open as I wake from a dream I didn’t know I was having. “Fuck,” I mumble as I turn my head to see the time on the clock. 5:00 A.M. and I’m wide-awake. I look down at my body and see my dick tenting my pants. Anger surges through me, and I sit up, rubbing the sleep from my eyes as I swing my legs over the side of the bed. Now sitting on the edge, I kick off my shoes that I somehow managed to sleep in. I stand and walk to the bathroom to shower because I may as well get ready for the day. I need to oversee the security crew as they set up the system today and meet with the tree company owner to walk him through which trees need to be cut.
I strip out of my clothes and climb into the shower. I let the hot water pour over my face and hair, and when I look down at my feet, my problem is still standing at attention. I try to will it away as I wash off and shower, but it's like a dog with a bone. It isn’t letting up, and instead, every time I close my eyes, I get another flash of Abby I can’t ignore. Her at the pool in that white bikini. She’s dripping wet, and her nipples are poking against that thin top. My hand flies to my dick and wraps around it, pumping up and down vigorously. With each pass, I think about that dream and how good I know she’d feel if I slid into her.
My breath comes out in short puffs as I push myself closer and closer to the edge. My release builds higher and higher, and before I know it, it’s erupting out of me as I empty every last drop onto the shower floor. My heart is racing, and my breathing is rushed, but finally, everything falls away.
My morning passes by quickly.I meet Cole outside of the gate. We load up in the side-by-side, and I drive him around the outside of the wall and show him our problem. He has a logging business and a sawmill, so he’s more than happy to cut down the trees and haul them away for us. Since I’m giving him the trees for his sawmill, he’s cutting them down at a discounted price. I leave him with his crew to get to work, and I’m back in time to meet with the security company. I let him onto the property, and then the two of us load up. I show him how much property there is, and I explain that I want every inch of it to be on camera. He’s impressed with the amount of security we’ll need, but he assures me it can be done. I leave him at his van with his crew so they can get to work.
I walk back into the house just in time for breakfast to be put on the table. Abby is already in her seat, and when I walk into the room from outside, she looks up at me in confusion. “Hey, where’ve you been?”
I nod toward the front door. “I met with the tree trimming company and the security company this morning. All the work is getting handled as we speak,” I say, sitting next to her to eat.
“Wow,” she says with a lift of her brow. “You must have gotten up at the crack of dawn.”
I chuckle as I pick up my cup of coffee and take a sip. “I couldn’t sleep.”
