Page 6 of The Bodyguard’s Innocent Obsession (His Obsession #3)

Arabella

Lachlan’s breathing is slow and deep beside me, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm that doesn’t match the flutter of mine.

He’s still asleep, sprawled on his stomach with one arm curled under the pillow, the other slung lazily across where my waist had been before I slipped out of bed.

The sheet has slipped low on his hips, just barely covering him, and I should look away. I really should.

But I can’t.

Not when he looks like that. All bare, bronzed skin and roped muscle, like a sculpture someone brought to life and then made even better.

His hair’s a little messy, jaw rough with overnight stubble, and there’s a faint pink scratch down one of his shoulder blades.

My cheeks grow hot just thinking about how that must have got there.

Last night doesn’t even feel real. The break-in, the hotel, the way he touched me like he would die if he didn’t. Like he needed to possess me.

And I gave myself to him. Completely.

I shift slightly as I sit on the edge of the bed, taking note of the way my body aches in the sweetest way. There’s a quiet, lingering throb between my legs and a flutter in my chest every time I glance at him.

He protected me. He claimed me. And now he’s lying here, warm and safe and mine.

I bite my bottom lip as I watch his eyes start to flutter open. For a moment, they’re soft and sleepy and unfocused.

Then they land on me and everything sharpens.

“Morning,” I whisper, voice a little breathless.

He rolls over onto his back, and I gasp as the sheet tents. My cheeks flare hot and my stomach does a flip-flop.

“Morning,” he grunts, a smile pulling at his lips. “You sleep okay, princess?”

I nod, swallowing. “Y-yes.”

“Good.” He pushes himself upright, his muscles flexing, and my eyes trail down his chest and across his abdomen, following the thin trail of dark hair that leads beneath the sheet. He’s rock hard, and I can’t deny that my mouth is watering a little.

Lachlan’s big hand cups the back of my head, pulling me towards him tenderly until our lips meet. My breath catches. Even now, after everything he did to me last night, he still takes my breath away.

I lean into him, opening for his kiss, and he groans, his grip on me tightening. The sound is so primal and possessive, and something clenches low in my belly.

“How long until we have to head home?” I ask, pulling away reluctantly.

His eyes darken and a frown tugs at his mouth. “Not long enough for all the things I’d like to do to you.”

I glance away, trying to ignore the pulse between my thighs. “So, we should probably get going.”

“We should.”

I don’t move. Can’t bring myself to. Because I don’t want this bubble we’ve created to burst. I want to stay here, just the two of us, for as long as possible.

Lachlan doesn’t move either, and when I bring my gaze back to his, his eyes darken.

“Maybe we can spare an hour,” he says, his voice so gruff now it almost sounds like a growl.

Then his lips are on mine once more, and I melt into him, giving in to the heat and passion of his kiss.

His arms wrap around my waist, pulling me closer, lifting me slightly until I’m straddling his waist with my thighs. Something hot and hard presses against my core, and a moan slips out, reverberating into his mouth.

“I can’t get enough of you,” he groans, breaking away from my lips.

“Me either.”

My fingers thread into his hair, tugging gently. His hand slides down my back and over the curve of my ass, squeezing and pulling me even closer.

I can’t stop myself from rocking against him. My hips roll forward and back, dragging my core along the thick line of his cock, teasing us both.

Without thinking, I reach down, wrapping my fingers around his girth.

He hisses in a breath, his whole body going taut, and a thrill shoots through me.

I’d intended to guide him inside me, to the place that feels empty without him, but I become distracted by the feel of him in my hand. So thick. So hard. So perfect.

My thumb slides over the head, and he lets out a strangled groan.

“Fuck, princess. Feeling bold, are we?”

“Is this okay?”

“Yeah,” he grits out. “Fuck yeah. It’s more than okay.”

I stroke him a few times, enjoying the way he feels in my palm. And then my curiosity gets the better of me, and I slide down the bed, settling on my knees between his thighs.

I’ve never done this before. Not once. But I want to. Oh, God, do I want to.

His cock is thick and hard, and the head glistens with precum. I lean down, pressing a kiss to the tip, whimpering when I feel the sticky wetness against my lips.

Lachlan’s groan is deep and dark. His hands grip the sheets so tight his knuckles turn white, but he doesn’t move or say a word. He lets me explore him at my own pace, and that emboldens me.

I wrap my fingers around his base, stroking him as I lick the tip, lapping up his taste. He’s salty and bitter and perfect, and I love the way his abs tense and his thighs stiffen.

“Take it, princess. Take my cock in your mouth.”

I do, lowering my head, taking him inside me. The weight of him on my tongue is incredible. He stretches my lips, making them burn. I take him as deep as I can, which isn’t very, but judging by his moans, he doesn’t seem to mind.

He’s still holding the sheets, but his hands are shaking now. When I glance up at him, his jaw is clenched, his eyes are locked on me, and his expression is feral.

“Keep going, princess,” he growls, and the heat and power in his tone has my thighs clenching and my heart racing.

I hollow my cheeks, sucking and swirling my tongue around the tip, stroking his length with my hand. He groans, and the sound goes straight to my core.

It’s incredible, watching him, knowing I’m doing this to him. Knowing that I have this effect on him.

I can’t resist.

Reaching down with my free hand, I slide it between my legs, groaning around his cock when my fingers find my clit.

Lachlan’s eyes darken.

“Oh no, you don’t,” he snarls. “The next time you come will be with my head clamped between those sexy thighs of yours, Arabella. Now keep sucking, and I will take care of you soon enough.”

His command sends a shiver through me, and I obey, pulling my hand away from my pussy. I suck him deeper, moving my head up and down, stroking his length with my lips and hand.

His fingers tangle in my hair, guiding me, and the slight sting is the perfect accompaniment to the pleasure pulsing between my legs.

“Fuck, that’s it. Such a good girl. Suck me just like that. Make me come. I’m going to fill that pretty little mouth with my cum. Do you want that?”

My answering moan is muffled around him, and the vibration seems to undo him. He jerks in my mouth, his cock pulsing.

“Yes, fuck. That’s it. You’re going to make me come.”

A moment later, he lets out a strangled, half-snarled sound and his release hits the back of my throat. Hot, salty liquid spurts onto my tongue, and I swallow instinctively.

I don’t let up, sucking and licking him until his cock is spent. Then I release him and pull back, sitting up on my knees, gazing up at him with a mix of shyness and pride.

“Christ, princess.” He reaches out, cupping my cheek and running his thumb across my lips. “You’re fucking perfect. How did I get so lucky?”

His praise makes my heart flutter.

“Now it’s my turn, Arabella,” he says, laying down on his back once more. “So get up here and lower yourself down on my face. I want to be covered in you, princess.”

I gasp softly, hesitating even though the thought of doing as he asks sends a rush of heat between my legs.

“Aren’t I... you know... a bit too big for that?” I ask, feeling my face burn. Surely that’s something only skinny girls should be doing.

“No, princess. You’re perfect.” He crooks a finger, beckoning me closer. “Come here. Give me a taste. Now.”

There’s something in his voice that leaves no room for argument, which only makes the heat at my center even more intense.

With shaking legs, I do as he commands, crawling up the bed and straddling his face. His hands grip my ass cheeks, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he pulls me down towards his mouth.

“Don’t be shy, Arabella,” he rumbles, his breath teasing the sensitive skin. “Just hold on to the headboard and ride my face as I eat your pretty little cunt.”

Oh, God.

I grip the headboard with both hands, my knuckles turning white, and allow myself to relax against him.

As soon as his tongue finds me, I nearly collapse. He groans against my flesh, the sound sending vibrations through me, and I arch my back, a low, keening cry escaping my lips.

I can’t help but grind against his mouth.

His tongue swirls, teasing and tasting, and then he licks a slow, long line up the length of me, stopping to circle and flick at the bundle of nerves.

“Oh, God. Lachlan,” I gasp, writhing against him, unable to control the movements of my hips.

My whole body feels hot. Like it’s burning. It’s an intense, incredible feeling.

“That’s it,” he growls. “Ride me. Use my face.”

I don’t even think about it. I just do it, grinding down on his mouth.

The tension is coiling deep inside me, tightening, making my muscles feel tense and loose all at once. His hands are still on my ass cheeks, and now he’s guiding my movements, making my hips rock back and forth, his tongue and lips finding me again and again, teasing and tasting, driving me wild.

“Lachlan,” I whine, gasping.

“Don’t fight it, princess,” he growls against my slick flesh. “Come for me. I want to taste you.”

And then, a moment later, my whole world shatters.

I let out a strangled cry, my orgasm ripping through me like a tornado, sending me hurtling into blissful oblivion. I’m writhing and squirming and trembling, and the only thing holding me in place is his strong, calloused hands gripping my ass.

He doesn’t let up, though. His mouth and tongue continue their relentless onslaught, dragging out the waves of pleasure, keeping me suspended in the ecstasy of release.

Finally, after what feels like forever, the tremors subside, and I slump against the headboard, my legs shaking.

Lachlan eases me off his face, gently laying me down on the bed beside him, and his eyes are dark and hungry. The lower half of his face is glistening, and he licks his lips like he can’t get enough of the taste of me.

“I could get used to starting my days like this. It’s the breakfast of champions, you know.”

My cheeks flame, but I can’t stop the smile tugging at my lips.

“I could get used to it, too,” I murmur, leaning in and kissing him, tasting myself on his lips.

“We should probably shower and head home,” he says, his voice soft. “Much as I’d love to stay here all day.”

I nod. He’s right. We need to go back. I heard him say on the phone last night that he wants to talk to the guy who tried to break in. Hopefully he’ll be able to put an end to all of this and then we can be together without any danger threatening our happiness.

“Okay. Let’s go.”