Bran chuckled. “Glad I could be of service.”
Jessie laughed, a carefree sound, unlike he had heard before. “You were never really tied up, were you?”
He just shrugged. “I’m your bodyguard. I’m supposed to protect you. I couldn’t do that if my hands were tied.”
She rolled onto her side to look at him, ran her fingers through the fine mat of hair on his chest. “Do you think we could...um...try it again? I mean just the...you know...regular way?”
His body stirred and his blood began to pound. He’d tried to convince himself not to push her, that she was still recovering from Cummings, but he hadn’t had nearly enough of her.
“If you’re up to it.” Which he hoped like hell she was. He retrieved a couple more condoms, then returned to the bed. “Anything special you need me to do?”
Jessie leaned over and softly kissed him. “I just want you to make love to me like a normal woman. I just want to be a woman Bran Garrett took to bed.”
But she was way more than that. It worried him to think how much more.
He was already hard. He leaned over and kissed her pretty breasts, tasting the sweetness he had craved from the start. “Just tell me if you need me to stop.”
She nodded.
But Jessie never stopped him, and he didn’t quit until they had both reached another earth-shattering climax.
He took her once more in the middle of the night.
Tomorrow would be soon enough to worry about chemical weapons, finding a murderer, and trying to stay alive.
