“Ready for me?”
“God, yes.”
He maintained intense eye contact as he lowered his head and swept his tongue experimentally through my folds. My thighs tensed where they still rested around his body, and he used his big hands to pin first one knee, then the other to the bed, holding me open to his gaze.
I would have been embarrassed to be laid bare except that he got to work with his tongue, and I forgot all about that. I forgot my name, where I was, everything except for what was happening in just a few inches of skin between my thighs.
“Even your tongue muscle is strong,” I murmured as he speared it inside me and thrust it in and out. “Must be from repeating all those rules.”
He pulled back and laughed, pressing his forehead to the inside of my thigh. “Are you going to let me make you come, or would you rather be a smart-ass?”
I wiggled my pinned leg to get his face back to my center. “Carry on.”
I gave myself over to the sensation, letting the pleasure build until I fell over the edge and came on his tongue.
My body convulsed under his, and he moved with me, wrapping his arms around my thighs and holding me as still as he could, forcing me to feel every last second of pleasure.
I collapsed limp against the mattress, pleasant tingles spreading through my body.
As I came back to myself, I looked up at Hayes, looming over me with a grin of satisfaction on his face. “That was worth breaking the rules for.”
Chapter Sixteen
Hayes
This woman.
I was happy with the standard missionary. Getting laid was getting laid but mixing it up with a little role-play? Yes, please.
After almost a week of her pushing my buttons, fighting me, arguing with me, and ignoring me in favor of her laptop, I was happy to change the tone. Change the goal from staying on schedule to making my woman come.
She was my client. My headache. Mine to protect.
Mine.
I flipped her so she was on her stomach again, to take the pressure off her bound wrists. Her body was languid and compliant under my touch. “Ready for more?” I asked, bringing my lips to her neck and sucking on the skin.
She smelled amazing. All that caramel in her coffee must ooze out of her pores because she always smelled sweet. Tastedsweet too.
“No more foreplay,” she said. “I need you.”
A growl of approval ripped from my throat. I detoured to my suitcase to grab a condom and some lube before moving back to the bed. I quickly rolled the condom onto my cock and slathered it in a thin coating of lube.
“Ready?”
“I passed ready three days ago. Now gimme.” She thrust her hips back, and as much as I wanted to maintain the badass bodyguard persona that had gotten us here in the first place, I laughed. The girl was crazy, and maybe I was starting to be a little crazy for her.
How and why I’d denied myself got muddied as I ran my palms over her soft skin.
I pulled her hips back just enough so I could line my cock up with her entrance before sliding to the hilt in one thrust. She was wet and ready, but I’d lubed up just to be sure.
She leaned her head back and moaned as I bottomed out, a stray curl tickling my nose.
I froze, balls deep inside her as heat licked at my skin. She felt so fucking good. Even with a barrier between us, her body hugged me just right, her heat sinking into every inch of my cock. This wasn’t the best angle to go deep, what with my pelvis bouncing off her very biteable ass, but that just meant this would last long enough for her to come again. I buried my face in her neck, addicted to the taste of her skin.
“I need you to move,” she moaned, eyes closed, head resting back against my shoulder.
I pulled my hips back and then snapped them forward again. “Like that?” I asked as pleasure shot through my core.
