Page 32 of Guarding the Rock Star
Tasha
Something was different between me and Wanda now. I knew it the instant I kissed her at Mike and Monica’s house. Our previous kisses had been incredible and that scene on the dining room table...my God, I fantasized about that every night. But when I crossed that dingy living room to kiss her, I knew. I wanted Wanda for more than my bodyguard. I wanted her forever.
Sure, we were an unlikely pair and we’d no doubt have roadblocks on the road to happily ever after, but I suddenly realized that there actually was a road to happily ever after for us, and that changed everything.
We sat close to each other in the backseat of Lois’s car, fingers intertwined but not talking. Lois was doing enough talking for both of us. She kept prattling on about how I’d taken out Mark and that I didn’t even need a bodyguard.
I resisted saying that I’d made this exact point when Chloe first brought it up.
The minute Lois’s car pulled up to my building I jumped out the door, pulling Wanda behind me. We raced through the lobby and into the elevator, where I pushed her against the wall and kissed her like I owned her. Which I hoped I would soon. It wasn’t like me to be the aggressor – it wasn’t like me to be this overcome with lust for that matter – but all I knew right now was that I was going to die if I didn’t get my tongue inside Wanda’s pussy in the next few minutes.
I must have voiced that out loud because Wanda laughed as the door opened. “I’m okay with coming first then.”
Grabbing her hand again, I pulled her down the hallway to my bedroom, slamming the door closed behind us. I didn’t have to worry about Monica interrupting us, but Chloe and the house cleaning service still had keys, so I didn’t want to take any chances.
Once the door was closed, I pushed Wanda against it, shoved her shirt up to her armpits, and cupped her breasts.
“I’ve been dying to get my hands on these,” I breathed as I squeezed her through the fabric of her sports bra.
She made a little moaning noise that went right to my pussy. I leaned forward, nipping at her bottom lip, then sweeping my tongue into her mouth, kissing her deeply while she continued to fondle my breasts.
Suddenly Wanda seemed to spring into action and within a breath she’d turned me around, slammed my back against the door, and ripped my shirt clean off my body.
“How did you do that?” I gasped, not even mad. I’d liked that tee shirt, but having it torn off my body was hot as fuck.
“Vampire strength,” she said, her hands moving towards my jeans.
“Hold up, my ass looks fantastic in these jeans I don’t want you to rip them,” I said, unzipping myself and shoving them down. “You know how hard it is to find jeans that fit well.”
I kicked them out of my way then gasped as Wanda tore my boy shorts off too, leaving them shredded.
“Holy fuck,” I breathed.
I was dripping with arousal and by the flaring of Wanda’s nostrils I was pretty sure she could smell it. She cupped my face in her hands, capturing my mouth in a hard kiss, while her thigh slid between my legs. I opened enough for her thigh to rub against my pussy. She was still fully dressed, and the denim of her jeans felt rough against my delicate skin. It only added to my excitement.
My hands slid around her waist, moving down to cup her ass as I ground myself against her thigh. I was desperate to claim this woman. Desperate to have her claim me. I didn’t care about the vampire thing. I wasn’t freaked out about the idea of being mates any longer. I just knew if I had to spend one more day without Wanda by my side, I wasn’t going to be able to make it.
“I want you,” I panted when we finally broke apart. “And not just for today.”
Wanda stilled. “What do you mean?”
“I mean I have feelings for you.”
Wanda stared at me for a long moment. “What kind of feelings?”
“The kind that make me wonder what it’s going to be like as we grow old together.” I gave her a small smile. “I want you to mark me.”
Wanda was shaking her head before I even finished my sentence. “I’m not going to mark you. At least not now.”
“Why not?”
“You’re coming down off an adrenaline high. And you’ve gone from ‘I never want a relationship’ to ‘let’s have forever’ in the course of a day. You’re giving me whiplash.”
I squeezed her ass cheeks. “I’d rather give you an orgasm.”
Wanda stepped out of my arms and started backing toward the bed, pulling her shirt over her head as she went. “All right then. Get to it.”
She crossed her arms over her chest and pulled off her sports bra, leaving her in just her jeans. When she reached for the snap, I grabbed her wrist.
