I was gasping for breath and disappointed he wasn’t still touching me.
“Put your hands on the wall.”
“What?”
“If you want the strong, domineering bodyguard, then you’re going to get him.Put your damn hands on the wall.”
I turned my back toward him and leaned forward until I could plant my hands against the textured wallpaper. It was cool under my palms, but that wasn’t the reason I shivered.
I felt the heat of his body against my back even though we weren’t touching, and the anticipation had my knees threatening to shake. His rough palms came to rest over the backs of my hands, and his breath skated over my neck. “You just couldn’t stop torturing me, could you?”
He pulled my hands, one at a time, behind my back and looped the restraints around them. I knew I could easily get out of them if I wanted, they weren’t tight, but the fantasy was what mattered.
He ran his nose up the side of my neck, and I actually whimpered. “Between those scenes I know you’re writing about me and those little sundresses that show off these sexy shoulders. Fuck, a man is only so strong, Luna.”
“That stuff is all totally intentional by the way,” I said, leaning into his touch.
I felt his lips smirk against my skin. “I figured.”
He moved his hands to my hips. The heat seeped through the thin fabric of my shorts, and I pushed my hips back against the front of his jeans.
He grunted, then slipped his fingers under my top. Goose bumps broke out over my skin. His scent surrounded me—some kind of citrusy manly soap. Every cell in my body was tuned into his hands and what they might do next. He pressed the tips of his fingers against the waistband of my shorts and breached the barrier, then they were sliding down. My breath caught in my throat. When those fingers pushed past the elastic of my panties, I moaned shamelessly.
“Not going to use your right to remain silent?”
I huffed a laugh, but it cut off as he moved his fingers between my folds.
His hand that had been resting on my hip moved up my stomach, then over my breast. The sensation of the soft silk and his determined touch was heaven. I moved my arms as best I could to give him better access, and he teased his thumb over my nipple. I arched into the sensation.
“Like that?”
I nodded, leaning my head back against the hard muscle of his shoulder. He started kissing the side of my neck slowly like he didn’t have a care in the world. In the meantime, I writhed under his touch. He pulled the thin strap from my shoulder and moved it down over my elbow, leaving one of my breasts exposed to the air. I shuddered as his breath cascaded across the newly bare skin. He moved his head so his lips went from landing on my neck to my collarbone, then finally finding a home on my chest.
He sucked my nipple into his mouth while he pushed my shorts down to my thighs. My underwear went next, then he teased his fingers between my legs again. A little mewling sound escaped my throat. “I got you,” he murmured against my flushed skin. “It’s my job to take care of you, remember?” He went back to teasing my breasts with the flick of his tongue. I widened my legs to give him better access, and his fingers moved lower.
“So that’s why your hand is between my thighs right now? The job?” I don’t know why I was pushing this when he had finally given me what I wanted.
“I want you to have what you need, but I also need to see you come before you drive me crazy.” First one, then two of his fingers slid inside me, and he lazily pumped them in and out, his thumb sliding over my clit every time his fingers bottomedout.
“Shit.” I bit my lip, trying to be quiet, for what reason I didn’t know. I squirmed under his touch, pulling at the makeshift cuffs as sensations flooded through me from every point of contact. Pressure built in my core until I was at the point of no return. “Hayes, I’m going to come.”
He grunted his approval, never changing his pace or technique as my pleasure climbed and peaked before crashing down over me. I groaned as my muscles went taut, and I let the sensation flow over me until it started to ebb.
He released my hands from the cuffs.
I had never come that hard from just fingers alone. He might hesitate to be distracted for too long, but no way was I not returning the favor. I turned to face him and dropped to my knees.
Chapter Twelve
Hayes
Icould smell her arousal. The ghost of her skin under my palms was making them tingle when Luna dropped to her knees in front of me. My cock ached where it was trapped in my jeans. Luna reached out, popped the button, and lowered the zipper.
She hummed a sound of approval in her throat, then ran her finger over my hardened length.
“Jesus.” I let my head fall back, focusing on the sensation of her tugging my jeans lower and pulling out my hard cock. She took me in her hand, and I looked down, seeing her on her knees, face still flushed from her orgasm. My brain wanted to go off-line and just enjoy.
But I couldn’t, not when she was the one at stake.
