Page 15 of Obsessed with my Guardian

“Sure.” Jayden gets his pair of overpriced sneakers and dips out.

When I hear the door closing, I erase the gap between Eloise and me. “Are you happy now?” I ask, wondering if she’s aware that she’s won. I may act like I did by kicking that dude out of the house, but she has the upper hand. The sad part is I couldn’t care less. A hot need drives through me, stealing the air from my lungs.

“Excuse me? You’ve interrupted my date. What is so important anyway? Why are you here early?” There’s an edge to her voice she can’t hide.

“You know exactly why I’m here,” I say, pulling her to me and lowering my lips to hers.

9

Eloise

I kiss Reed backwith a burning passion I never knew I had in me. I want to punish and encourage him at the same time. His tongue is ruthless, stroking mine with urgency and succumbing it into submission. My entire body vibrates as zings of excitement consume me from top to bottom.

He sweeps me off the floor and carries me without interrupting the kiss. Each step of the way, our mouths grow hungrier, the kiss more intense. Heat fires in my belly, and my pussy pulses with need.

I hear him kick open his bedroom door, and I chuckle, half nervous, half in sheer anticipation. Seems like he’s in the same kind of hurry as me.

“You wanted to lose your virginity tonight,” he says, easing me onto the mattress. “Is that still the plan?”

“Yes,” I hiss. God, yes. Yes.

A sense of joy consumes me. This is finally happening… oh, how many times have I envisioned myself in his bed? He’s been occupying one of our nicest guest rooms, but it’s become his room. I walked in a few times when he was away, and I could smell his woodsy fragrance with hints of bamboo.

“Well, then, I’m the man for the job,” he says, giving me a long look as he stands in pure male perfection in front of the king-size bed.

“You’ve always been the man for me,” I say in a low voice, my words drenched in truth. Heartfelt. Raw.

He tilts his head to the side and stares at me like it’s the first time we’re meeting. Apprehension ripples through me, and I inhale deeply, wondering if I didn’t screw things up.Hold back, girl. I should have asked Tori for some dirty-talking tips. Her ball-cupping instructions aren’t that helpful after all.

Then, specks of gold shine in the rings around his green irises. He pulls his shirt over his head and tosses it aside. I take a moment or two to bask in his incredible body. He’s so deliciously broad-shouldered, and the hard edges of his strong chest look like they were sculpted by a gifted artist. All those hours at the gym definitely paid off.Damn.

My eyes travel down to the hair dusting his chest as his hands move to his buckle, and he undoes it. He takes his pants off and kicks them to the side. He’s wearing boxer briefs that do nothing to hide the girthy cock nestled inside. I haven’t even seen it and can already feel the energy oozing from him.

“Can I do it?” I ask, mesmerized.

Even though I’m a newbie, I don’t want to sit and watch. I want to show him I have the potential to learn and be a real partner one day. He nods, gesturing at me and inviting me to do it.

I glide on the bed until my ass is on the edge of the mattress, and I reach for him. I’m still dressed, but the fabric is so flimsy it’s barely even there.

I touch his chest, and a shiver runs through me. My body burns hard for him. The sensation of his firm, powerful pectorals under my palm sends me on a hormonal high.

I slide my hands down his body until my fingers hover over the waistline of his boxers, causing him to shiver. With a breathy moan, I push it down until his cock juts out, and I forget about my job to undress him. I stare at his massive, girthy dick.

Moisture evaporates from my throat, and I lick my lips.

I don’t need to have seen all the dicks in the world to know if Cock Olympics was a thing, this man would win a gold medal. Like, for real.

“Touch it,” he says, an undercurrent of tension crackling in his voice.

I prop myself on the bed, and he closes the gap between us. A wave of warmth washes through my face and neck. He’s probably had tons of women caress him before, and here I am, excited but scared to disappoint him.

I palm him, feeling his cock pulsing against my flesh. It’s a different sensation. He’s hard as a rock, but his skin is hot and velvety smooth. Hmmm… I love it.

“Move it,” he says, his voice so fucking low, it’s almost a growl. “Up and down.”

It takes me a moment to understand he’s talking about my stationary hand.

I clear my throat, slightly embarrassed for thinking that holding him would be enough. So many different emotions bombard me that it’s hard to focus.

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