Page 10 of The Bodyguard’s Innocent Obsession (His Obsession #3)

Lachlan

Arabella’s mother clutches her daughter like she’s afraid to let go, brushing her hair back over and over even though it’s already neat. Her father hovers a step behind, his eyes red-rimmed, voice low as he asks if she’s alright for the tenth time.

They returned from their trip to D.C. about an hour ago, a few minutes before we returned home after giving our statements at the police station. And they haven’t let Arabella out of their sight since.

She’s holding up well. Tired, pale and shaken, but solid. Her chin lifts a little higher with every question. She nods, reassures, and even manages a small smile.

She’s stronger than anyone gives her credit for. Maybe even stronger than she realizes.

I stand near the entrance to the living room, back straight, arms crossed. Watching. Not speaking. Not moving.

I don’t belong in that moment. Not with her family. Not in their bubble of soft voices and tearful relief. I’m here to protect her. And I almost failed.

If we’d been even five minutes slower...

I clench my jaw, the rage simmering low in my gut again. No, I’m not going there.

Senator Prescott steps away from the couch and walks toward me, adjusting his cufflinks like he’s trying to collect himself. His expression is a strange mix of tension and gratitude. His voice is low when he speaks.

“I know she’s probably already said this, but thank you. For what you did today.” He pauses. “For bringing her back safe.”

I incline my head. “My pleasure, sir.”

He nods once, satisfied, and heads back to his wife and daughter.

Arabella glances over her shoulder just as he’s walking away. Her eyes find mine like they’re drawn to me by instinct. There’s something unreadable in her gaze. Something that flickers just under the surface.

Longing. Relief. And something deeper. Need, maybe. Trust.

She clears her throat and rises slowly from the couch.

“I’m going to go shower,” she says lightly, but her voice is softer than usual. “I feel… gross. I want to wash the day away.”

Arabella turns and heads toward the stairs, not looking back this time.

I manage to wait two full minutes before I follow. But every step feels too slow. Every second too long.

I keep my face unreadable as I pass the staff and other agents in the hall, all of them too busy restoring order to look at me twice. But inside?

Inside, I’m a storm.

Because it’s only now she’s safe again that I feel just how close I came to losing her.

And I don’t think I can wait much longer to remind her exactly who she belongs to.

The bathroom door is cracked, and steam curls out from a fire I already know is going to burn me alive.

I enter quietly. The light inside is soft, golden. Condensation beads on the marble, clings to the mirror, turns the air thick with heat and jasmine.

Arabella is already in the shower.

Behind the glass, water rains down over her body in shimmering streams. It slides over the generous swell of her hips, the soft lines of her stomach, the curves I’ve already memorized with hands and mouth and an insatiable hunger.

She’s all woman. Lush, full, breathtaking.

Every inch of her was built to be worshipped.

And God, I love it. She’s a work of art that I never knew I needed in my life until I first laid eyes on her.

Her eyes lift to mine, and a small smile plays across her lips.

She doesn’t cover herself, doesn’t reach for the faucet, doesn’t tell me to leave. Instead, she lifts her hands and cups her breasts, lifting them and squeezing softly. Her thumbs roll across her nipples, and I groan low in my throat as I watch the hard points tighten and darken.

My dick is rock hard, straining painfully against my pants, but I don’t move.

I just watch.

Her fingers trail down her stomach, lower. She widens her feet on the floor and her fingers slip between her thighs, a sigh escaping her lips.

“Lachlan...”

Hearing my name on her tongue is the final blow.

I yank my shirt off over my head in a single, swift movement, my muscles coiled, every nerve ending alight. My belt comes next, and then my pants, and then I’m naked, the fire licking up my spine so hot it’s a wonder I’m not ash.

But I want her.

I want her more than anything.

Arabella makes a small sound as I step into the shower and press her back against the tile. My hand wraps around her wrist, pulling her hand away from her pussy, and then my own hand takes its place. Her folds are slick, slippery, and her hips tilt toward me.

I don’t wait. I can’t.

I slide two fingers into her tight, wet channel, and Arabella cries out. I can feel her pulsing around my fingers. Hot. Needy. Greedy for more.

My thumb finds her clit, circling the hard bud, and she arches her back and moans. The sounds she makes have got my cock throbbing with an eagerness to feel those slick walls gripping me instead.

“I understand why you went without me today, princess,” I growl, my lips close to her ear while I keep working her with my fingers, “but the next time you run off without letting me protect you, the first thing I’m going to do when I get my hands on you is spank your sexy ass until you remember who you belong to. ”

“I’m sorry,” she whimpers breathlessly. “I just...”

Her words trail off as another moan rips from her throat.

“Shhhh, princess. It’s okay. Just don’t do it again. Right now, all I want is for you to come for me.”

My lips crash down on hers. Hard. Demanding. Taking what I need. What I know she wants. She parts her lips and kisses me back with an eagerness that tells me everything I need to know.

I keep pumping my fingers in and out of her wet little hole, my thumb working her clit relentlessly. When she shatters apart, my kisses muffle her moans, and I swallow the sounds of pleasure as if they are just one more thing I can’t get enough of.

When I finally pull back, her breathing is fast and shallow. Her pupils are blown wide.

I pull my fingers from her pussy, and before she can make a sound of protest, I grip her hips and spin her around. Arabella lets out a surprised gasp and braces her hands against the wall, her breasts pressed to the tile, the perfect, round globes of her ass on full display for me.

My hands are rough and possessive as they slide down her body, tracing the curve of her hips, the swell of her ass, the backs of her thighs. Her skin is wet and slick and so soft, and I can’t help but squeeze the pliant flesh, my cock pulsing painfully at the way she pushes her ass back toward me.

“Lachlan...” Her voice is thick with need. Desperate.

I’m not far behind her.

I line the head of my dick up with her slit, her juices already coating the tip, and slowly push forward. She’s so tight and slick, the sensation almost overwhelming. Arabella moans and shifts her weight, tilting her hips, and the next thrust sinks me deeper.

Fuck.

“More.” Her voice is ragged.

I grip her hips and slam my cock all the way in, burying myself to the hilt. She cries out, her whole body tightening, and I grind my hips, driving her closer to the edge.

“God, you feel so fucking good.”

It’s not enough. I need her. All of her.

My hips slam forward again, and again, and then the last threads of control snap. I start to pound into her, hard and deep and merciless, fucking her with everything I have. The sound of her cries fills the room, and the slap of flesh on flesh echoes around us.

“You’re mine,” I growl, slamming into her, the need for her coursing through my veins like a drug. “My only purpose now is to protect you and take care of you. And I’m going to do whatever I have to do to make that happen, princess.”

“Because that’s what a bodyguard does, right?” she whispers so quietly that she probably thinks I didn’t hear her.

I pause my movements, gripping her chin in one hand and tilting her head until she’s looking at me over her shoulder.

“Yes, but that’s not why it’s my purpose, Arabella.

It’s because I love you. I want you to be mine for the rest of our fucking lives, princess.

So, yes, I’m going to protect you and take care of you and do whatever I have to do to keep you safe.

I’m doing it because you’re my whole world, and I’m never letting you go. ”

She gasps.

Her eyes widen, and her mouth parts, and for a moment I think I’ve broken her. That maybe she didn’t really want to hear the words. But then she smiles. A smile so brilliant it rivals the sun, and in that moment, I’m sure my heart stops beating.

“I love you too, Lachlan. I’m yours.”

It’s all I need.

I grip her hips and start to slam into her, faster, harder, until her whole body shakes. Her pussy flutters and grips me, and her breath comes in staccato bursts.

“Then it’s time for me to claim you properly, princess. I’m going to flood your womb with my seed and plant my baby inside you.” I reach around, gently touching her stomach with both hands. “Right here. Where it belongs. So I can make sure no one ever takes you away from me.”

“Oh God,” she moans, her eyes closed, her breath coming in short, quick pants.

“Say yes,” I demand.

“Yes! I want your baby inside me, Lachlan. Please.”

I let out a low, guttural sound as the pleasure takes hold of me. It’s raw and primal and so fucking deep.

I grip her hips, holding her in place, and drive my cock deep inside her. Her body quakes as her climax hits, and she throws her head back and screams.

That’s all it takes.

I come, hard and sudden, the hot spurts filling her tight little cunt, mixing with her own release. My hips jerk, grinding, thrusting, claiming, and she moans and presses her ass back against me.

It’s not enough. I still can’t get close enough to her.

So I just keep fucking her until I’ve completely emptied myself inside her. Until neither of us can think straight, and her pussy is soaked with the proof of how much I need her. How much I love her. How I’ll do anything to have her by my side for the rest of our lives.

Finally, after what seems like an eternity, my thrusts slow and the waves of pleasure start to subside. My cock slides out of her with a lewd, wet sound.

I press a kiss to her neck, trailing the soft skin with my tongue.

“I’m so fucking glad you’re okay, princess.”

“Me too.”

She leans back, resting her head against my chest, and we just stay like that, holding each other under the hot spray.

And for the first time since she walked out of the door earlier today, the panic subsides and the weight lifts from my chest.

Because I have her.

And that’s all that matters.