Page 42 of In Bed with Her Billionaire Bodyguard

‘I can see it,’ she said. ‘How much you want me.’

Clenching his jaw, he forced himself to meet her gaze.

‘Don’t you see that same want in me? That same ferocity? I want you likethis,’ she said, her words a silvery seduction enticing him to his deepest needs, as she leaned towards him, her lips already partway open when she pressed against his mouth, inviting his tongue, his hands, his heart...

This was Hope emboldened and she was magnificent. She shifted across the console, too impatient to wait, his hands reaching for the lever to pull the seat back in time for her to straddle his thighs, and too fast for him to explain that the chalet was just there.

Her kisses drugged him. Her hands reached between them, found his painfully hard erection and her palms teased more than soothed the heat between his legs. Unable to fight it any more, he reached for her, his hands wrapping around her, holding her in place above him, her blonde hair hanging around them like a halo.

He teased her breasts with his thumbs, the arch of her back pressing them closer to where he wanted, and he pressed open-mouthed kisses over the thin merino knit top she was wearing, the stiff peaks of her nipples punched against wool damp from his attention. He let her go, knowing she’d support herself, and reached between her legs, the same damp heat there just from her pleasure.

‘Please,’ Hope whimpered, rocking herself back and forth across his lap, his erection and his sanity. The wrap-over cashmere skirt she wore had slipped either side of his lap, showing slivers of perfectly smooth trembling thighs. Gasps shuddering through her, her hand reached between her thighs to ease her own need, but he pulled it away, pressing kisses into her palm, and growled the words, ‘Not yet.’ Her eyes flared, the pulsing in them matching the throbbing in his groin.

‘Luca,’ she cried from need and want.

Biting back a curse, he freed himself from his trousers, reached between the heaven of her legs, pulled aside the damp silk, sweat already beading at the base of his spine and the last coherent thought he had before he thrust into the hot, wet heat of her was that if this was madness, he never wanted to be sane again.

Hope’s gasp of raw pleasure filled the car as she braced her palm against the roof, to push herself back down onto each thrust. He could feel the twitch of her muscles as they encased him, gripping him. She was already as close as he was.

Breath punched in and out of his chest as he fought to hold off the impending orgasm building deep within him. His hands palmed the underside of her trembling thighs, holding her in place as he pounded into her from beneath, his hips thrusting and pulse racing.

Instinct took over, and any concern that it was too fast, too hard, fled as Hope’s desperate cries urged him on. He reached for the hand she had on his shoulder and moved it between them, his finger guiding hers against her clitoris.

Her eyes sought his, filled with so much dark desire and a desperate want.

‘Now,cara,’ he said, and watched with his heart in his mouth as she began to touch herself. Her head fell back as she gave herself over to the pleasure they were making together. She coated him as he withdrew from her agonisingly, only to thrust back into her with a dizzying force. She took everything but gave him more.

Luca raced against their impending orgasm, desperate to wring as much pleasure from this moment as possible, determined to hear one more pleasure-filled cry fall from her lips, to feel her grip him once more as he pulsed deep within her. To take one more breath through an arousal that made the air thick and fogged the windows. His thighs slapped against hers again and again as he pounded deep into her, as he felt her fingertips from where she brought herself closer and closer until they lost the fight and she came apart around him, drawing his own orgasm from deeper than he’d ever felt before.

It was the most intense orgasm Hope had ever had. She had let Luca carry her from the car and into the shower on the ground floor, and somehow he’d then taken her to their bed, where she’d fallen into a bliss-filled unconsciousness.

So when she heard the buzz from her mobile phone it took her a moment to try and orientate herself. She wasn’t even sure what the time was. The room was dark and her screen so bright she squinted to see the name.

She blinked awake in an instant. Unplugging it from where it was charging, she slipped from the bed, hoping not to wake Luca. She tiptoed out of the room and upstairs to the fourth floor.

‘What do you want?’ she demanded when she finally hit the accept button on the call.

‘Can’t I just give my little cousin a call, now? Have we become such adversaries?’

‘Simon, drop the crap. I don’t have time for this.’

‘No, I’m sure you don’t,’ he said insidiously.

Everything in her went still. He wouldn’t call unless he had something. He wouldn’t call unless he thought he’d already won. Her stomach turned in on itself.

‘What do you want?’ she repeated, not quite trusting herself to say anything else.

‘Nothing. In fact, it’s entirely the opposite. I have something for you,’ he said, his tone overly civil. ‘I managed to obtain something I thought you might be interested in. Check your inbox. I’ll wait.’

She put the call on hold while she pulled up her inbox on her phone. His email was waiting for her, but when she clicked on the attachment she nearly dropped her phone.

There were several pictures of her and Luca, taken when they had been in the hot tub only the day before. One of her in his lap, another of them kissing, and one of him looking at her as if he wanted to devour her. Her pulse rocketed and her skin stung, the violation of their privacy absolutely horrifying.

The photographer Luca had warned off, she guessed. If he’d been freelancing for the press, she wouldn’t have seen these pictures until they were beneath a headline. The fact that Simon had them could only mean that he’d been the one to hire the photographer.

She bit back the wave of nausea turning her stomach, her mind racing, Although the pictures bordered on explicit, she didn’t doubt there were worse ones she hadn’t been sent. In an instant she saw it—realised what these photographs meant and her heart jerked in her chest. The press might be interested in who Luca was, but Simon would be a bloodhound. He wouldn’t stop until he knew everything, in the hope that it would give him leverage to get what he wanted.

She closed down the email app and opened another on her phone and, after arranging what she wanted, she took the call off hold.

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