HER BODYGUARD

She heard the challenge in his voice, and her gaze zeroed in on the utterly decadent sight she presented as he cupped her in his palms, kneaded her skin with deep, erotic strokes that made her insides melt She leaned into his touch without thinking, helpless to do anything but respond.

She couldn’t have imagined feeling this way if she’d tried. She hadn’t expected him to move so fast, hadn’t in her heart of hearts believed this whole idea would work out But he was here. Touching her.

He regarded her beneath heavy-lidded eyes, a look that drugged her with the promise of his next touch, a look that made it hard to draw a decent breath.

“You like how this feels,” he asked. It wasn’t a question, more a statement of fact that she couldn’t deny. She nodded helplessly.

“What about this?” he asked again.

He caught her nipples in a firm pinch and fire shot through her like a lightning bolt, one hot blast that singed every nerve ending from warm to blistering.

“Yes.” The sound slipped out as a moan, an absurdly undignified sound that made his gaze twinkle.

“And this?” he asked.

He held on and tugged her nipples in a slow pull that splintered that bolt of heat until she could feel it everywhere. Her nipples flushed pink. Her breasts swelled visibly. She couldn’t stop herself from rising to arch her whole body into his touch.

“Oh!” she moaned.

Not the most articulate of replies, but given his grin, Asher got the general idea. He thumbed the now swollen peaks and each stroke made her tremble in reply, full-bodied quivers that mirrored their achy counterparts deep inside.

“You are so beautiful.” His deep voice whispered against her ear, the caress of his warm breath making her sigh aloud. Trailing his fingers away from her nipples, he traced a vein that shone faintly along her breast. “You’ve got skin meant to be handled carefully and to be cherished,” he said.

He touched her with teasing swirls of his fingers, leaving her to savor the ache he’d started, an awareness that echoed down to her toes.

Asher understood pleasure. He understood how to make a woman respond to his touch, and he handled that knowledge with as much skill and experience as he’d ever demonstrated at work. He understood her desires and how to fulfill them. He took her unspoken fantasies and made them reality.

At the last, before he finally claimed her, she brought out the condom and rolled it down over him. He blinked, dazed with need for her.

She gave a low, throaty laugh that seemed to dance along every one of his nerve endings. “I mean it. Don’t ask why I have it.” She said,

He didn’t. He only lifted her on top of him, her legs in their tattered tights folded on either side of his thighs. He gathered the slipping blankets and tarp, tugging them back into place to preserve the wonderful heat they were generating, and he lowered her down onto him. She helped him, sighing, taking him into her by slow, delicious degrees.

Paradise. He had found it at last. In the middle of a blizzard, stranded in a ditch on a deserted highway. With Kimberly Blake.

Because wherever she was, there was paradise.

She rocked him, taking him with her to the edge of the world. He went where she led him, all the way, surging into her softness, into the sweet, close, wet heat of her body. Too quickly, he felt the end rolling at him, closing over him, opening him up as it hollowed him out. He tried to hold on, for her sake, so she could go over first. He began to fear he couldn’t last.

But then he felt her rising, felt the change in her breathing that meant she had caught the wave of her own completion. He knew then that she was close and he set his mind to holding out for her, holding on…

She cried out and stiffened above him, her hands against his chest, pressing at him, as below, she held him within her, hard and tight. He felt her inner muscles closing on him, the contractions of her climax gripping him, easing, gripping again.

It was too good. He couldn’t take it. He was going over and there was no stopping it now.

He surged up hard into her and… something opened. Something gave way and suddenly he was feeling her even more acutely than before. It was perfect. It was amazing. A sensation like no other, as though he had found the secret woman’s heart of her, as though he touched her, knew her in the deepest, most elemental way.

He clasped her hips in his two hands and he let his own climax roar through him, turning him inside out as she whispered his name and he pulled her body down to him and claimed her soft mouth in a long, soul-deep kiss.

There was a time after that, the best kind of time. She rested against him, soft and lazy. He stroked her hair and kissed her forehead and wished those sweet after moments never had to end. He had known it was going to be good with her, but he hadn’t expected it to be this amazing. It was perfect. She was perfect.

Dawn came as they lay there, not talking, easy with each other in a way they hadn’t been since they had met.

She was the one who finally said it. “I think the storm is over.”

He made a low noise of reluctant agreement. He realized he didn’t want the moment to end. She kissed the side of his neck.

“I suppose I’ll have to let you up. We’ll have to pull ourselves together and return to the real world.” She said and he nodded.

They shared one more kiss. A long one, achingly sweet. He didn’t want to let her go. But of course, he had to. She wasn’t his. She would never be. He clasped her hips and gently eased her away from him.

They both looked down at the same time and saw the condom. He was still wearing it, more or less. But something was wrong.Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

The condom had ripped wide open.