Billionaire Bodyguard 1 : Billionaire Bodyguard(19)

She slammed the planner shut. "N-no, nothing like that."

Yeah, right . "Your upgrades are in progress."

"Really, that's all it took?"

"I told you it would be painless." He sealed both panels, tapped another code into his laptop, and his downloads zipped through to completion.

"As a bonus of the upgrades, you'll be linked to my private Stone Security server that'll send you upgrades automatically from now on."

"That's very generous. I didn't expect that." Her face softened with a gorgeous look of trust that took his breath away. "I can't thank you enough."

"I can think of one way." In the next second pulled her into his arms. Their bodies sealed together. She offered no protest as his arms tightened around her waist. He murmured low, "I want to give you what you need. What we both need."

Her back straightened against the wall. "I know … " She didn't stop him as his mouth fastened on the side of her neck.

In the dark, touch became more powerful. Sensation overtook reason. Heat and need pulsed through him. He drew on her skin, sucking in the taste of her, memorizing her texture. He dragged his lips up her throat, whispered in her ear. "Let me touch you." His tongue traced the curve of her ear, dipped into the delicate canal. She shivered. "I can make you forget about everything."

"That's the problem," she murmured. Her body refuted her statement by pressing harder against him.

An invitation he gladly took. "Just you and me." He glided his palms up her bare arms. "Right here, right now."

When she exhaled, he inhaled. Nothing existed outside this moment. She consumed him.




 



He scattered kisses over her face, the corners of her mouth, her chin as her head tipped back. "I want to make you feel beautiful." Make you need me . "Make you sigh and then make you scream." Can't get enough . "Remind you how good it was the first time." How it can be even better .

"I remember." Her lashes fluttered closed. Lingering resistance drained from her, and she went slack in his embrace. He guided her arms up around his neck. Her nails scraped through his hair. His whole body throbbed.

"Damn, what you do to me." He pressed his barely contained erection against her hip.

"It's mutual."

He captured her lips and didn't hold back. He poured scorching need into his kiss. His tongue dove deep, curled around hers, conquering her mouth with every sweep.

If he had more control, he'd spend hours kissing her. He wasn't that man tonight. Not with bright-hot desire coursing through his veins with a vengeance.

His hands roamed over her curves. When he cupped her breasts, her nipples tightened and she arched into his greedy palms. He kissed a path down to her cleavage, shoved her neckline aside along with the lacy edges of her bra. He plucked her nipples with his tongue, tugged them with his teeth. Her soft moans set him on fire. He wanted to tear away the fabric that kept him from tasting every glorious naked inch of her. His hands moved lower, fingers splaying over her backside, pinning her against his rock-hard length.

When he closed his fists, her dress bunched between his fingers. He inched it higher, gliding his hand down until his fingertips met skin. He groaned into her cleavage. Then he slid his touch up her thigh, lifting the hem of her dress. He traced the satiny line of her panties to the juncture of her thighs. He found her damp with proof of desire. He edged the cloth aside, gliding his fingers along her smooth slit, moving in a slow sensual rhythm.

As he stroked the moist crease, her hips rolled with his motions. She whimpered approval. Nothing compared to how amazing her slick heat felt coating his hand. He angled his wrist down and slid his middle finger inside her. His thumb moved in swift circles against her clit.

Shaking, gasping, she stood on tiptoe as he took her to peak. Her inner muscles gripped his finger and the ridge of her clit pulsed against his thumb. She released a sexy cry as he gave her a double climax.

She sagged against him, replete. He withdrew from her heat.

He would've stayed right there and made her come again, but if he didn't unzip his fly in two seconds he'd burst through it. He needed to bury himself deep inside her, before the flame of desire burned away his last threads of sanity.

"Your bed. Now." His breath seethed in rapid bursts. "Or I'll take you right here against the wall." 

Instead of leading the way, she froze. Her inviting warmth suddenly retreated. She tensed all over and untangled herself from his arms.

The message finally hit his lust-fogged brain. She was doing it again, damn it. Denying him just as he crossed the threshold of her trust, shutting him down. The rejection was maddening. "What the hell happened?"