Page 87 of Thirsty Bodyguard Summer

“You succeeded.”

He moved the fabric aside and stroked my clit.

Pleasure tightened low inside me. I braced myself and wrapped an arm around his neck.

“Keep doing that.”

He circled my clit while his mouth closed over one nipple. I spread my thighs wider, giving him room as two fingers slid inside me.

I rocked against his hand.

“Shane.”

His fingers curled, and his thumb kept its rhythm over my clit.

“That’s it,” he said. “Come for me in our kitchen.”

The orgasm rose hard and fast. I gripped his shoulders as pleasure broke through me, my pussy clenching around his fingers while his mouth stayed on my breast.

When my breathing steadied, I opened his trousers.

His cock sprang into my hand.

Shane groaned as I stroked him from base to tip.

“We need a bed,” he said.

“We own one.”

“I meant now.”

I wrapped my legs around his waist. “Then carry me.”

He lifted me from the counter.

I kept stroking him while he walked, which made his first attempt at the bedroom doorway less graceful than his stage entrances.

“You’re distracting me,” he said.

“You have dancer-trained control.”

“You’re using it against me.”

“I live here now. You should expect that.”

Shane reached the bed and lowered me onto the mattress.

I pulled him into another kiss and opened my legs beneath him.

He settled between my thighs, still laughing, and kissed me in our bedroom.