Page 9 of Big Bodyguard
The air between us shifts, charged, dangerous. My jaw tightens. I know I need to tread carefully. She’s so fucking young, probably inexperienced. One wrong move, and I’ll burn us both down.
“You’re playing with fire, princess.”
She shrugs, dropping her gaze as if to hide her flaming cheeks. “I don’t mind getting burned,” she mutters shyly, then she squares her shoulders like she’s forcing herself to be brave. “You make me feel things I don’t even have words for. My heart beats too fast, my body feels too warm…like something inside me is waking up that I didn’t even know existed.”
Her innocence wrecks me. The way she says it so honestly, so unguarded, makes me want to laugh and groan at the same time. She’s fucking adorable…and I want to ruin her.
I move closer, sliding my hand around the back of her neck, pulling her against me. Her breath hitches as I lower my mouth to her temple, dragging slow, deliberate kisses along her cheek, down the soft line of her jaw, then lower to the delicate curve of her throat.
“You tempt me, princess,” I murmur against her skin, my lips brushing the rapid beat of her pulse. “You make me want things I’ve sworn to never take.”
Her fingers clutch at my shirt, small and desperate, as if she’s afraid I’ll let her go. “Jack…”
I press my lips to her ear, my voice a dangerous whisper. “You make me want to make a good girl out of you.”
Her sharp little intake of breath makes my cock twitch painfully.
I let the words linger, my hand tightening on her hip as I add, “And God help you, sweetheart, because if you keep looking at me like that, I’m going to make you call me Daddy.”
“Daddy,” she whispers softly, as if testing the word on her tongue. Then she looks up at me, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “I think I like the idea of calling you Daddy.”
The words hit me like a fucking sledgehammer.
For a second, I can’t breathe. Can’t think.
Then something inside me snaps.
I slam my mouth back onto hers, kissing her hard. She makes a soft sound in the back of her throat, her lips parting eagerly for me. My tongue sweeps into her mouth, claiming, demanding, and she clings to me like she doesn’t know how else to respond.
Her innocence makes me ache. She’s inexperienced, but fuck, she’s learning fast, matching me kiss for kiss like she was made for this.
I grip her hip harder, dragging her small body flush against mine. She gasps when she feels the thick press of my cock straining against my jeans.
I growl low in my chest, breaking the kiss to murmur against her swollen lips, “You feel that, princess? That’s what you do to me. You make Daddy lose control.”
“I don’t want you to stop,” she whispers breathlessly.
Christ. She’s going to ruin me.
I tilt her chin up, forcing her wide brown eyes to hold mine. “Careful what you wish for, baby. Daddy doesn’t play nice.”
Instead of shying away, she smiles. Her blush deepens, and she whispers, “I don’t want nice.”
That’s it. The last thread of restraint shreds inside me.
I lift her easily, spinning us so I can sit on the bed with her astride my lap, her thighs bracketing my hips. She gasps at the sudden movement, her hands scrambling against my shoulders, but I keep her there, pressed against me, grinding her soft heat right where I need her.
Her head falls back on a moan, and I seize the delicate column of her throat with my hand, not squeezing, just holding, making her feel my claim. I trail my lips down her neck, biting lightly, soothing with my tongue, marking her with every pass.
I slide my free hand slowly up her thigh, loving the silky smoothness of her skin beneath my fingers. She moans softly, her hips jerking involuntarily. I lower my mouth to her neck, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down her jaw, her neck, until I find that perfect spot where her pulse hammers wildly. I bite, just hard enough to make her cry out, then soothe it with my tongue.
“Oh, Daddy…” she whispers, breathless, needy.
“Say it again,” I rasp, dragging my teeth along her throat.
“Daddy,” she moans, her voice breaking.
She doesn’t even know how dangerous this game is. Doesn’t know that she’s unleashing something inside me I’ve spent years caging.
