Page 116 of Bodyguard By Night

“No. About the rest.”

I didn’t speak for a minute. I’d also wondered if we should bring them in on everything, but then I pictured my best friend doting on the woman who’d made him happier than I’d ever seen him and couldn’t pull the trigger. “We don’t really have much to tell them yet. But if you want to, I’ll follow your lead.”

She sighed. “I hate this.”

“I know. I’m not a fan of it either.”

And I’d do whatever needed to be done to make sure she was out of the line of fire. If this piece of human garbage came at me, all the better.

I ran my fingertip along the fluffy material at the top of her thigh. “Were these for me?”

Lightly, she swept her lips across my chest. “Maybe.”

“Did I mention I really like this box of yours?”

She snorted against my skin. “You certainly do like my box.”

“Dirty mind.” I drew my fingers up her leg to the bottoms of the pilfered boxers. The soft crease of her thigh and the curve of her ass were the only thing underneath. Gently, I slipped my fingers a little deeper. She trembled at my touch, making me bolder. “But you are correct. And look how warm and wet you are for me.”

I coasted around to the front of her and watched her face as I stroked along the slickness waiting for me. Her eyes dilated as I slipped one finger inside of her, rewarded with a shaky hiss. I already wanted to feel that clasping warmth around me again.

Her nipples beaded up under the thin cotton of her tank as she lightly undulated her hips in time to each dip and glide of my fingers. I turned my hand to get deeper, instinctively using the sultry upbeat song now playing to pick up the pace.

Her head fell back as I flicked my thumb along her tight clit. She was so goddamn wet and swollen for me. I held her tight, my other hand gripping her ass as I increased the pressure, scraping my teeth along her neck to get to her ear. “Come for me. Here in the sunshine.”

Last night had been in the dark. Sighs and groans, sweat, and so much tension, I’d expected us to snap right in two. Today there was no darkness. Just her in the golden sunshine as she quaked around my hand. I was tempted to drop to my knees again.

Her taste was an addiction.

The bite of her nails in my shoulders as she surged against me was a high I’d ride daily. Hourly. Minute by minute. I’d give her every second of the day just to hear her come apart under me. She snaked a hand between us, her nails clawing at my wrist as I took more, demanded all.

“Feel how wet you are for me.” I dragged her hand to her soaking slit. “For me.”

Her head snapped up to meet my gaze. “Inside me.”

I lifted my hand to tangle in her hair, our lips rough and tongues tangling to echo our fight for control. She pushed at my sweatpants with her other hand, finding her way under cotton to my cock.

I loved that she wasn’t afraid to touch me. To stroke me hard and tight. I groaned against her neck. “Those condoms are still upstairs, Chaos.”

“Bag,” she said on a guttural cry. “On the floor.”

“Prepared.” I slipped my fingers out of her warmth. Drew my middle finger into my mouth.

“Good God.” She pushed me back and grabbed her bag as we stumbled into the living room.

She dumped her entire bag on my loveseat and grabbed a blue wrapper.

“What isthat?”

“Blue raspberry, I think.”

“For fuck’s sake.”

She shrugged and stripped off her boxers.

“Blue raspberry, it is.”

She crowded into me and reached into my sweats. “Blue light saber?”

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