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Story: Road Trip with Her Bodyguard
“I think I’ll give you…hmm…three goodnight kisses, then we should go to sleep.”
I nod in agreement, and he turns off the light on the nightstand. There’s still a slight glow coming through a crack between the curtains, so I can still faintly make out his face.
“May I put those three kisses anywhere I want?”
“Yeah…” Even that single word is breathy.
He pulls my shirt down, then kisses the top of my breast, lazily moving his lips back and forth in a slow, meandering line, then up to my collarbone, finding a nook under my ear that makes me twitch. He already seems to know everywhere I’msensitive. My body is completely under his control, which feels utterly perfect. Like I’ve been waiting for this moment for years.
“That was one.”
My god. If he’s counting that as a single kiss….
My hand reaches out to stroke his hair, but he’s already slid down the bed, taking the blankets with him. He pushes my shorts up my right thigh, then spreads my legs open. As I try not to gasp, he trails his finger around in a little circle. He’s barely three inches from my?—
“Oh!” I gasp, as his lips make contact with my sensitive inner thigh. He’s not just kissing, he’s sucking hard enough to leave a mark. I can scarcely breathe. Scarcely think. Scarcely believe this is actually happening.
His lips slowly circle the love bite, sending chills and sparks through every pulse point.
I want to have sex with this man.
I don’t care that I’ve barely known him for twenty-nine hours. I don’t care that this is a strange situation. Ireallydon’t care that he’s older. Sensing how much Dane wants me is kicking my desire out of dormancy and into overdrive, making me want to explore everything with him.
“That’s two.”
I want Dane to take me. To crawl on top of me and plunge deep inside. To rip my shorts off and… I moan with pleasure as he slides up, capturing my lips with his.
The kiss is pure fire – his arm underneath me, cradling my shoulders and the back of my head as our bodies writhe together, fighting for every single point of contact possible as we shift and move against each other. My right hand moves slowly down his naked chest, his side, then tentatively along the fabric of his boxers. At first I just caress his hip, then my hand falls lower, inching toward the hard thickness rubbing against my peach shorts.
My gasp makes him chuckle, and his hand slips up my shirt, thumb drifting gently against my peaked nipple. The kiss continues, both of us breathing roughly, touching and shifting, trying to stimulate the other as much as we can. My hand inches slightly lower, my fingertips barely brushing against the outline of his hard shaft.
He grabs my wrist, pulling it away and setting my hand firmly on his lower back. “That’s three, baby.” His forehead rests on mine, breathing hard, as if trying to pull himself together.
After a moment, he lies down beside me, cuddling me in his arms and tucking the blankets around us. “Thanks, gorgeous. I wanted to give you a very thorough kiss. Something you’ll think about all night.”
“That’s guaranteed, yeah.”
“Sweet dreams.”
“You expect me to sleep after that?” I sputter.
“No,” he murmurs. “I expect you to decide where you want me to kiss you tomorrow night. I might need a list. I can be very forgetful when I’m distracted.”
I don’t know how he makes me laugh so hard while at the same time thrilling me to the core with his sensual teasing.
It takes a while, but eventually I drift off into a swirl of dreams…all of them about the amazing man I’m in bed with.
6
DANE
What the hell have I done?
And why am I powerless to stop myself from doing it again?
She’sintoxicating.
If Jorie wasn’t interested in me, I would have no problem keeping a solid, professional line between us. Holding her hand while going into restaurants, and nothing more. Yet the way she looked at me… reached for me… cuddled against me all night long as if she never wanted to let go…
I nod in agreement, and he turns off the light on the nightstand. There’s still a slight glow coming through a crack between the curtains, so I can still faintly make out his face.
“May I put those three kisses anywhere I want?”
“Yeah…” Even that single word is breathy.
He pulls my shirt down, then kisses the top of my breast, lazily moving his lips back and forth in a slow, meandering line, then up to my collarbone, finding a nook under my ear that makes me twitch. He already seems to know everywhere I’msensitive. My body is completely under his control, which feels utterly perfect. Like I’ve been waiting for this moment for years.
“That was one.”
My god. If he’s counting that as a single kiss….
My hand reaches out to stroke his hair, but he’s already slid down the bed, taking the blankets with him. He pushes my shorts up my right thigh, then spreads my legs open. As I try not to gasp, he trails his finger around in a little circle. He’s barely three inches from my?—
“Oh!” I gasp, as his lips make contact with my sensitive inner thigh. He’s not just kissing, he’s sucking hard enough to leave a mark. I can scarcely breathe. Scarcely think. Scarcely believe this is actually happening.
His lips slowly circle the love bite, sending chills and sparks through every pulse point.
I want to have sex with this man.
I don’t care that I’ve barely known him for twenty-nine hours. I don’t care that this is a strange situation. Ireallydon’t care that he’s older. Sensing how much Dane wants me is kicking my desire out of dormancy and into overdrive, making me want to explore everything with him.
“That’s two.”
I want Dane to take me. To crawl on top of me and plunge deep inside. To rip my shorts off and… I moan with pleasure as he slides up, capturing my lips with his.
The kiss is pure fire – his arm underneath me, cradling my shoulders and the back of my head as our bodies writhe together, fighting for every single point of contact possible as we shift and move against each other. My right hand moves slowly down his naked chest, his side, then tentatively along the fabric of his boxers. At first I just caress his hip, then my hand falls lower, inching toward the hard thickness rubbing against my peach shorts.
My gasp makes him chuckle, and his hand slips up my shirt, thumb drifting gently against my peaked nipple. The kiss continues, both of us breathing roughly, touching and shifting, trying to stimulate the other as much as we can. My hand inches slightly lower, my fingertips barely brushing against the outline of his hard shaft.
He grabs my wrist, pulling it away and setting my hand firmly on his lower back. “That’s three, baby.” His forehead rests on mine, breathing hard, as if trying to pull himself together.
After a moment, he lies down beside me, cuddling me in his arms and tucking the blankets around us. “Thanks, gorgeous. I wanted to give you a very thorough kiss. Something you’ll think about all night.”
“That’s guaranteed, yeah.”
“Sweet dreams.”
“You expect me to sleep after that?” I sputter.
“No,” he murmurs. “I expect you to decide where you want me to kiss you tomorrow night. I might need a list. I can be very forgetful when I’m distracted.”
I don’t know how he makes me laugh so hard while at the same time thrilling me to the core with his sensual teasing.
It takes a while, but eventually I drift off into a swirl of dreams…all of them about the amazing man I’m in bed with.
6
DANE
What the hell have I done?
And why am I powerless to stop myself from doing it again?
She’sintoxicating.
If Jorie wasn’t interested in me, I would have no problem keeping a solid, professional line between us. Holding her hand while going into restaurants, and nothing more. Yet the way she looked at me… reached for me… cuddled against me all night long as if she never wanted to let go…