Because this?This is not a dream.
This is real.
Theo Montego—my terrifyingly sexy, larger-than-life bodyguard—is kissing me in my living room like I belong to him.
And the real issue I’m having is that I want that.
I want to belong to him.
His tongue strokes mine, coaxing a whimper from deep in my throat.One of his hands slides from my face down to my waist, dragging me closer.
I feel the hard line of his thigh slot between mine, and then I feel him, pressed thick and hot against my stomach, and I gasp.
“Oh my God,” I breathe, pulling back just an inch.
But he doesn’t let me go.
“Not God, Angel,” he rasps.“Just me.Just Theo.”
Then his lips are on me again, hungrier this time, more urgent.He walks me backward, one slow, steady step at a time, until the backs of my knees hit the arm of the couch.
I collapse into the cushions with a breathless laugh, and he follows, looming over me.
His mouth is back on mine, but now his hands are exploring—skimming under the hem of my blouse, fingers splaying across my stomach, dragging up and over the soft curve of my ribs.
My cardigan slides off one shoulder.
My blouse rides higher.
My brain?Long gone.
He groans when he feels my bra—soft cotton, stretched tight over my aching breasts—and I arch into him like my body’s made of need.
His hands are so big, he can almost fully hold me.
He squeezes my breast, and I swear to God, I almost come on the spot.
“You’re so fucking sexy, angel.So soft.So goddamn pretty.Fuck, I want you,” he mutters against my neck, kissing, biting, tasting like he’s marking territory.
My fingers tangle in his hair.
“So do something about it.”
His growl vibrates through me as his mouth trails lower.He tugs the edge of my blouse higher, just enough to expose the soft underside of my breast.
He dips his head and closes his mouth over my hard nipple through the bra.I arch my back and moan.His other hand reaches down between my legs, and I whimper.His thumb brushes over my hot core, and my hips lift on instinct.
“Fuck.You’re so hot for it, aren’t you?Hold on, Angel.I got you,” he growls against my tit, sucking harder.
And I want more.
I want everything.
His fingers find the waistband to my tights, and he’s moving inside the fabric, sliding through my slippery folds.
He finds my clit with ease, and he strokes me in time with the pulls his mouth is wreaking on my tit.
And then—I explode.
