Page 20 of Bodyguard Crush
“I didn’t realize it was wanted on your part. I thought…” He shakes his head. “I thought I was crazy to think someone like you could want someone like me.”
I scoff. “Are you kidding me? I thought I was going crazy. I couldn’t stop thinking about you, imagining you touching me and kissing me and even bending me over in the barn.” I laugh, unsure of why I’m telling him this. It must be the wine. Yes, definitely the wine. “We’d get close, and then you’d pull away. I started to think this was all one-sided and that you didn’t want me.”
He lets out a laugh. “How in the world could you think something like that? I mean, you’re you, and I’m… me. You’re gorgeous. You’re kind and could have any guy you wanted. Why me? What’s so special about me?”
“You really don’t see yourself the way I see you,” I tell him, moving to straddle him. I put my hands on his chest as I look down at him, my hair falling over one shoulder. “You’re not like all those other guys. You’re good. You care for me. I can see it when I look into your eyes. You’re not just interested in me because I’m a famous actress or come from money. You don’t try to use me to better yourself or your career. I can trust you,” I say, noticing the way his body is coming alive. “I can trust you in ways I’ve never been able to trust another person,” I say, lifting up my hips. His tip falls into position, and a second later, I’m sliding down on him.
He sucks in a loud breath when we connect, and his hips lift off the bed as his hands fly to my hips. He pulls me down on him harder. A second later, he’s rolling us over and taking his place on top. My legs wrap around his hips, and my arms wrap around his neck, keeping him close and not allowing him to pull away.
Even though we were just in this exact position downstairs, being here again is just as sweet as the first time. My body burns with need, and as he moves inside me, every nerve ending begins to spark and come alive, singing with excitement and pleasure. He presses his lips to my neck, kissing me gently. Then he scrapes his teeth against the sensitive skin, making my emotions climb higher than before. I never know what I’m going to get with him. Soft, slow, and gentle or hard, fast, and rough. I’m learning that both are equally amazing.
12
KADEN
Iwake in the morning, but I refuse to open my eyes, too afraid of leaving the most perfect dream I’ve ever had. I know that if I open my eyes now, I’ll never get her back, not like I had her in my dream. I’d rather die right now, being able to live this dream over and over and over again than to wake up and have to face life, knowing that the two of us will never happen in real life. The bed beside me moves, and my eyes fly open as my brain quickly works through the memories of last night. It wasn’t a dream. I’m in her bed, and she’s beside me, completely naked and moving in to wrap her arms around me.
When she touches me, I know she’s real, and everything that happened between us last night was real too. I pull her closer to me and let out a relieved breath.
“What?”
“I thought it was all a dream.”
She smiles against my chest. “I did too.” She presses a kiss to my chest. “How about we carry this dream on a little longer and take a shower?”
I smile. “Sounds like a good idea to me. This dream is getting a little dirty. We need to clean it up.” I tickle her sides, and she giggles and rushes away.
I chase her into the connected bathroom. Catching her hand in mine, I pull her against my chest where our lips meet. She kisses me soft and slow, and the moment I let my guard down, she pulls away and rushes toward the shower.
Her shower—if you can even call it that—is more like a room with showerheads at every angle. She turns the water on, and it seems to warm immediately. When I approach her, she jumps into my arms. Her arms circle my neck, and her legs wrap around my hips. I press her back to the wall as I move my lips back against hers where they belong.
Somehow,we manage to pull away from one another. We dress in our own rooms and then meet in the hallway to head down to breakfast together. We sit around the table, and I fill my plate with every unhealthy food available while she sticks to her fruit and yogurt. It still feels like we’re trapped in some dream, though. Here we are, eating breakfast together just like we did the day before, yet this time, there’s a secret between us that nobody else knows. She looks at me with knowing eyes and can’t hold back her smile. The maid gives us a confusing look, but she doesn’t question us. She’s probably already figured it out anyway after seeing the mess of clothes we left in Abby’s office.
“I was thinking it would be nice to get out of the house today. Want to go into town? We can get some coffee, do some shopping, maybe have some lunch?”
I nod. “Sure, if that’s what you want to do. I need to do some work first, though. I need to check the video surveillance for the past twelve hours or so. Then I’m all yours,” I tell her with a smirk and a lifted brow.
She giggles. “That should give me enough time to get ready. I’ll see you in…what? An hour?”
“That’ll work,” I agree, watching her get up and leave the room to go get ready for the day.
After I finish eating, I pour another cup of coffee to take to my room with me. I sit at the desk and turn on my computer. After checking my emails, I pull up the video footage and scroll back to the point I need. I click a few times to speed up the video so I don’t have to watch it in real time. I watch inside the wall first and see nothing and no breaches. Then I watch the footage outside the wall. That’s when I see someone approaching the cameras. I click to play the video in real time.
The man is wearing all black—black jeans, boots, hoodie, and sunglasses with a bandana tied over the lower part of his face. Hell, he’s even wearing gloves so there’s no way we can lift a print off anything he touches. I watch as he walks the length of the wall. When he’s off one camera, he enters another. He kicks at one of the stumps when he realizes the trees have been cut down. His head swings around to one of the cameras. That’s when he freezes for a moment. Slowly, he approaches the camera, looking right into the lens. He holds up his right hand and gives it the middle finger, then he grabs the camera and rips it off the tree. The video feed goes black, and I push away from the desk, suddenly full of anger.
He knows there’s no easy way in. He knows just approaching the property means that he’s on camera. The only thing this guy has going for him is that we don’t have his face. I expect that he’ll turn desperate and have to adjust his normal plan. That’s how we’ll catch him. He’ll fuck up eventually. They all do. We just have to be patient and ready. I need to be more alert than ever. I need to watch her like a hawk and can’t leave her alone even for a moment. This thing will come to an end soon. I’ve already promised to give her life back, and I don’t break my promises.
Someone knocks on the bedroom door, and I turn to see Abby walk into my room. She’s wearing a short jean skirt that shows off her sexy, tanned legs. She’s paired the skirt with a tight low-cut white tank top that leaves little to the imagination. She’s left her long dark hair hanging loose in soft curls. When she smiles, it sucks all the air from the room.
“Ready?”
I look from her to the computer and back, then nod. “Yeah, I’m ready,” I tell her, standing and pulling her against me for one more kiss before we go out into public.
We make the drive into town, and I park on the main street in front of the coffee shop. We go inside and get a cup of coffee to go. Then we get on with our day. We walk down the main street, and some people gasp and stare. Some even take pictures from afar, but nobody approaches us or bothers her for an autograph. I wish I would’ve thought this through and dressed more appropriately. Now these pictures will end up online, and people will speculate who I am instead of just knowing I’m a member of her security.
She seems to ignore them pretty well as she goes in and out of the small shops. We end up in a bookstore, and she browses the shelves for over an hour. While she shops and decides what to get, I look through the applicants who have applied for the security team I want to post around the property. With this being such a small town, I know most of the guys, and the ones I don’t seem to have excellent credentials.
“Ready for some lunch?” Abby asks as she approaches me with a big bag of books in her hand.
