Page 33 of Thirsty Bodyguard Summer

“Bed.”

His eyes darkened. “You make that sound extremely good.”

“I’m not wearing an earpiece now.”

“That makes it better.”

I pushed him onto the mattress.

Shane landed on his back, laughing once before I climbed over him. His erection pressed against the thin fabric of his shorts, hard beneath my thigh.

The laughter disappeared.

I kissed him while his palms moved over my back, hips, and thighs. I rocked against him until he groaned against my lips.

His fingers hooked beneath the waistband of my shorts.

“May I take these off?”

“Yes.”

I lifted my hips. Shane pushed the coral fabric down my legs, then rolled me beneath him before I could settle again.

He kissed my stomach, then the inside of one thigh.

The first brush of his lips stopped just short of where I wanted it.

“Teasing your bodyguard seems unwise,” I said.

“You’re off duty.”

“That doesn’t make me harmless.”

“Thank God.”

He spread my thighs and lowered his mouth to my wet pussy.

I pressed my head into the pillow.

Shane licked slowly from my opening to my clit, then repeated the motion while I fought to keep my hips still. He hooked one arm beneath my thigh and held me open without pinning me.

“More,” I said.

His tongue circled my clit.

I gripped the sheets. “Don’t slow down.”

He didn’t.

The pressure built quickly after two days of wanting him and several hours of pretending I could contain it. Shane slid two fingers inside me, curling them as his mouth stayed on my clit.

I gasped his name.

His free hand found mine on the sheet. I locked our fingers together.

“Come for me, Cassidy.”

I pushed against his mouth.