Page 54 of The Bombshell and the Bodyguard
Iknewwhat I needed and wanted in a woman.
And there was no doubt about it—thiswas the woman I wanted. Jessica was... everything. I had to have her.
Gripping the sides of her head, I pulled her close, my mouth hovering over hers before I plunged my tongue inside. It wasn’t enough. I wanted to taste every part of her, touch every part of her. I’d waited so long for this—too long—and it made me frantic to have everythingnow.
Jessica seemed just as greedy for me. Her hands clenched my t-shirt then slid beneath it, coasting up my sides, around my waist to my back and up before coming to the sides again to push the shirt up and over my head.
When it was off, she sighed into my mouth, exploring my chest and abs with her fingertips.
“Oh my God you feel good,” she breathed against my lips.
“Youfeel good—you feelamazing,” I said.
Cradling her face and jaw with one hand, I explored her incredible body with the other. I gripped her waist, her hip, her bottom as I kissed her and kissed her, trying to communicate with my lips and tongue, and breath and touch just how much I wanted her.
“I’ve wanted this for so long,” she said, expressing—as always—the wayIwas feeling inside withherwords.
That was the thing that had tortured me about her songs all these years. It was like she’d already found my poems years ago and set them to music—not the exact words but the feelings behind them.
Then she’d broadcast my feelings for her to the world. I used to have to roll the car windows down when one of her songs came on the radio just to cool off.
“Me too, hummingbird. Me too.” I moved my mouth to her neck, lavishing it with attention, intoxicated by the smell and taste of her skin.
“I’ve been writing about you all this time,” she told me. “Not just ‘Teaser.’ A piece of you is in every song I write. You were always with me—everywhere I went, all these years.”
I kissed down her neck to her collarbone, then pulled the strap of her sundress aside to expose her shoulder. It was an insubstantial little dress, but even that felt like too much of a barrier between us.
Jessica must have been thinking the same thing because she pulled away for a second, reached down and grabbed the hem of the dress, then drew it up and over her head.
She stood before me now in just a bra and panties. I had to smile, running my hands through my hair and shaking my head. Was this even real?
“And you were always torturing me—no matter where I was,” I said. “It was like no matter where I went in the world, you were there, reaching out to me with your voice, making sure I could never forget you.”
She smiled back, a tentative expression.
“I’m glad you didn’t forget me,” she whispered. “Because I always wanted you, Wilder. I still do.”
That was it. I couldn’t take any more. I lunged for her, pinning her against the wall and kissing her like I was going to devour her. In fact, that’s what I wanted to do—consume her, pull her inside of me so nothing could ever get to her, no one could ever hurt her or take her away from me.
Jessica kissed me with equal intensity, grinding herself against my thigh and pressing her breasts against my ribcage in an invitation I was powerless to resist.
“Wait,” she breathed. She quickly unhooked and removed her bra.
I smiled, relishing the full access to her beautiful breasts. Palming one, I stroked the erect nipple with my thumb while my other hand delved into those little panties.
“Oh God you’re wet,” I said against her mouth.
“For you,” she panted. “I’ve been running around this island every day for the past month with wet panties… because of you.”
Oh fuck.
Sliding my fingers through all that delicious wetness, I pressed two of them against the front of her where she was swollen and throbbing. Then I started a slow, circular rhythm I didn’t intend to stop until she was screaming and writhing on my hand.
Jessica’s knees went weak. I slid an arm behind her back to support her and dipped my head to her breast, never ceasing the steady circular rub.
When my tongue touched her nipple, Jessica gasped and the breathy sound became an erotic chant ofyessesandohmygodsand a repetition of my name.
wilder wilder wilder
