Page 67 of How To Tempt A Bodyguard

His groan echoed through the barn. His hand tightened in her hair, holding on.

She set a rhythm designed to torment. Deep enough to make him gasp, then pulling back to swirl her tongue around the head. Fast enough to build heat, then slowing to a crawl just as his breath started to quicken.

His free hand found her shoulder, her neck, her jaw. Touching her restlessly, constantly.

"Your mouth is perfect." His thumb traced her stretched lips. "So hot. So wet."

She hummed around him, and his hips jerked.

"God. Do that again."

She did. Felt him swell against her tongue.

"Close," he warned. "Getting close."

She pulled off immediately.

"No." His hand tightened in her hair. "Don't stop."

"Not yet."

"I need—"

"I know what you need." She pressed a kiss to the tip, tasting salt. She licked the underside of his shaft. Felt him shudder.

"Christ. I can't take much more."

She took him into her mouth again. Deep, then shallow. Fast, then slow. Building him up, then easing off just before he could tip over.

"Touch yourself. Tell me how wet you are."

She moaned around him in answer, drawing a groan from his lips.

She slipped a hand beneath her skirts and found herself slick, swollen, aching. When her fingers brushed her pearl, a groan escaped involuntarily.

"That's it." He watched her with burning eyes. "Show me."

She stroked herself as she sucked him. Pleasure built in her core, spiralling tighter with each pass of her fingers.

"You want my cock filling you up?"

She whimpered around his length.

His head fell back.

His hips were rocking now, shallow thrusts into her throat he couldn't quite control. She could feel his thighs tensing, his breath growing ragged.

"Close," he gasped, "I'm close, don't stop."

She stopped.

He made a sound. Raw. Desperate. "Bloody hell, woman."

"Not yet."

"I swear, Flo—"

She buried him deep in her mouth until his cockhead met the back of her throat.