Page 40 of Possessive Bodyguard Summer

I just shook my head. “You know you don’t have to sleep. Just rest. Read one of your princess books or color quietly. Recharge your batteries.”

Kaleigh yawned again as I picked her up in my arms.

She was almost asleep by the time I laid her down in her bed. Her eyes drifted closed and she stuck her thumb in her mouth as I covered her up.

Back downstairs, Monroe was sitting on the living room sofa folding a load of towels. I sat down beside her and reached for a towel at the exact same moment she did.

Our fingers brushed then neither of us moved.

My eyes lifted to hers. She was already looking at me, her bottom lip between her teeth.

A tiny grease smear from the butter I made the grilled cheese lingered on her cheek.

"You've got..." I hesitated.

“What?”

I reached toward her and brushed my thumb against her cheek, wiping the spot away. “There.”

Her pulse fluttered wildly beneath my fingertip.

"Thank you," she whispered, her eyes searching mine.

"Monroe..."

Her fingers wrapped gently around my wrist.

Every coherent thought I had scattered.

Slowly, almost hesitantly, she leaned in a little closer. Close enough that I could see the tiny gold flecks in her green eyes and feel her feel her breath.

I searched her face, looking for uncertainty, fear…anything. All I saw staring back at me was lust and determination.

She closed the distance between us and her lips brushed mine. So softly that I almost wondered if I'd imagined it. It wasn’t rushed, or desperate. It was tentative, questioning—like she was giving me every chance to walk away.

I already knew, I’d never be able to walk away from her.

I cupped her cheek and kissed her back.

Just once. Slow and gentle. One single taste.

She melted against me with the tiniest sigh, and something deep inside my chest cracked wide open.

Good God. I'd been in firefights that hadn't made my pulse race this hard.

Without second guessing it, I pulled her into my lap. The thin shorts she had on did nothing to hide the heat of her pussy as she grinded against my cock.

I laughed against her mouth. "So much for doing the right thing."

Her cheeks flushed and she moved against me again. “Feels pretty right to me.”

Christ. The logical part of me knew I should stop her. Stop myself.

Then she slid her hands under my shirt.

“Monroe,” I growled.

“Shit. I’m sorry, I should…” she started to scramble off my lap, but I rested my hands on her thighs.