“Likely story.” He rocked his erection into her bottom, his hand sliding up the front of her leg at the same time. Trapping her. “And where is this bodyguard now?”
“I don’t know.”
“Just you and me, princess. And now I need to search you.”
She whimpered as his fingers slid under her panties and found her soaking wet, ready for anything he might want from her. She rocked into his touch, trying to rub her clit against his fingertips and keep pressing against his erection behind her at the same time.
“What’s this?” He nipped at her ear as he jerked her panties down her thighs.
“What did you find?” She tried to kick off her boots, fully intending to spin around and climb him like a tree, but he clamped his hand down on her hip.
“Leave the boots on.”
“Oooh, officer.” She swivelled her head the other way, catching her lower lip between her teeth and batting her eyelashes at him. “Are you sure we couldn’t work something out? Since you like my…boots so much.”
“I don’t see how you’re in a position to be negotiating anything.” He cupped her sex, his entire hand covering between her legs. “God, you feel good.”
She gave up the role-play then, rocking shamelessly against his touch, and behind her he fumbled with his jeans, then shoved a condom into her hand.
“Open that and we’ll call it even.”
She giggled as she ripped the foil, then passed the slippery latex back to him. But her laughter died as he quickly thrust into her, fast and hard and deep, and she scrabbled at the wall. Oh, yes.
His arms wrapped around her, one sinking low across her hips so he could roll his thumb over her clit as he fucked her from behind. The other crossed her chest and wrapped around the side of her neck, holding her in place and shielding her from the bump of the wall as he increased his speed.
She pressed her hands against the wall, too, but he had her, so she reached behind her and slid her fingers into his hair. “Dean,” she breathed, panting and desperate already.
“I’ve got you,” he growled. “Come on.”
He was so thick inside her, hard and solid, each thrust a threat and a promise at the same time. Her body sang as he surged into her and protested when he retreated, every nerve ending licked in both directions so she was spinning hard toward a climax before she realized it.
It was too much.
It was just enough.
“Almost there, oh my God,” she breathed, and he grabbed her hand off the wall, shoving it under her dress.
“Get yourself off. Make yourself come on my cock,” he growled, and she closed her eyes, letting the feelings wash over her.
This was hot and out-of-control.
But it was perfect, too.
He was wrapped around her, holding her tight. It was dirty, but oh so loving. And that was the best fantasy of them all, that Dean was a forever guy, her forever guy, and this wasn’t a fling that had a definite end date on it.
Because even though it was and it did, how she felt for him wouldn’t just turn off at the end of the tour.I love you,she let herself admit as she stroked herself into a freefall.Tumble with me, she begged in her mind. And as he growled his own muttered words, filthier than hers, she imagined he was right there with her in more ways than one.
Bittersweet and filthy, it was the best orgasm of her entire life.
Chapter Twenty-One
HE’D seena lot of sides to Liana already, but when she pulled a pair of reading glasses out of her bag he did a double-take.
“What?” she asked as she tucked a lock of glossy hair behind her ear.
“Nothing,” he said, trying to swallow his tongue. “You don’t look like a librarian pin-up or anything.”
“Shut up.” She grinned. “I just wear them when I’m writing.”
