Witness Pursuit (Bodyguards #1)

Hell, she was right there with him, her actions cementing in his mind they would be lovers, for as long as he could hold her in his bed on this ship. And the way she looked at him, with such trust and longing. He swept his hands over her ribcage, his sight fastened on two beautiful lush breasts which were all his. Brushing a finger over one rosy pink nipple, he bent his head and licked. Nice and slow. Real slow. So good. She tasted delicious.

Rising into his touch, she searched for more, pressing her breasts even deeper into his mouth. Ahh, perfect. He wanted more. All of her. He razzed his teeth over the sensitive tip, taking a second before drawing the aureole deep inside his mouth. He sucked. Hard.

His efforts won a soft purr from her, one that tingled his toes and delivered an equal amount of pleasure his way.

“You like that, Lee?” He released her breasts then rose and nuzzled her neck. He drew the soft skin of her flesh into his mouth, creating a nice red mark, to ensure when he looked at her tomorrow, he’d recall exactly what he’d done to her now.

“You’re very good at that. The whole kissing thing. Are you giving me a hickey?” Her breath came in short gasps.

“Uh-huh. I don’t have a lot of control right now, and you may end up with more than one by the time I’m through.” Actually he had next to no control, his cock hammering at him to take her. So, he kept his word, devouring her to his heart’s content.

“Tyler.” She twisted her head and seized a breath. “I feel like I’m burning up. Is this supposed to happen?”

He pushed the covers off them and nudged his knees between hers. Moonlight through the windows played over her flushed skin. “Yes, but if I’m taking things too fast, tell me to slow down. Although I can’t promise I will, only that we’ll be doing this far more than once. I’ll get it right at some point.”

Smoothing a hand over her hip, he caught her white satin panties. He dragged the silky fabric down.

She jackknifed against him. “Oh. It seems I like fast.” Her hand came around his wrist, and then slid over the back of his hand, not halting him, but staying with him. “What do I do?”

Her husky words had him reclaiming her lips. “What you do is not hold back. Let me touch you, deep inside where I want to join the two of us together. He moved his hand higher, her hand remaining on his.

Gazing down her body, he spread her folds and licked his lips. Damn, she was perfect, pressing her mound into his palm, her hand threading partially through his fingers. Beautiful.

“Don’t stop,” she murmured as she arched her back, her breasts bobbing so close to his mouth, he couldn’t deny returning to them.

He lavished them with attention, those morsels like sweet nectar he couldn’t get enough of. A year was too long.

“Tyler, please, I feel too much.” He stroked a finger through her heat and then plunged in deeper to rub a hot spot, which had her gasping, the hand she had joined to his now shaking.

He growled, his balls tightening and his cock twitching at her side.

Hell, she wasn’t ready yet, but she was slick and close.

He pushed a second finger in as he ravished her breasts, her soft cries sounding of sheer pleasure.

“Hold on, Lee.” He lifted up and seized her mouth as she moaned and thrashed underneath him.

“Hurry,” she whispered as she clasped his head and held on.

Gripping her hips, he positioned with care as she dropped her hands to his shoulders, her nails digging in. He stopped. A barrier? Only he couldn’t sort his mind to function why. Lee was with him, his mind consumed by her. He pushed through and buried himself deep to the hilt.

Lydia’s gasp muffled against his neck as she held on piercingly tight.

“Hell, you were a virgin?” He raised his head. Surely that couldn’t be right. She would have said. She should have said.

She loosened her grip and stroked his back. “I’m sorry, but you said what happens here, stays here. I wanted this. I still do.”

With one hand on her hip, he eased up slowly, and then stopped. For the life of him, he couldn’t fully leave her body. “We’ll go slow. Does this feel uncomfortable?” He gently pushed back in, and her lashes fluttered down as she sighed.

“More like…very full.” She opened her eyes, a brightness flickering within. “That’s good though, right?”

Right now, everything felt good. “You’re tight.” With care, he moved in and out, stroking into her slow and easy. She mewled in the back of her throat as her pleasure rebuilt. He took in every sound she made. A virgin. He’d never been any woman’s first. The fact she trusted him this deeply made his chest tighten painfully.

“Oh, I really like that.” She rocked underneath him, moving them as one. “Go faster.”

“Are you sure?”

She slapped his butt, grinned and wrapped her legs around him. “Stick it. Now.”

He was lost, pounding into her deep and hard, her cries for more sending him over the edge.

“Yes. So good.” She screamed his name, her inner muscles tightening to squeeze and lock him firmly in place.

His tenuous hold on his restraint broke, and he drove in, her orgasm taking him too, until he was wrung dry, with no strength remaining.

He collapsed on top of her.

His mind was slush.





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