Page 12 of The Bodyguard's Bookworm
“I need you,” I beg, reaching for him. “Now.”
He pushes into me raw, slow enough to let me take him and deep enough to make my breath catch. He’s so big it borders on too much, stretching me inch by inch until my nails dig into his shoulders. His jaw is clenched, his control hanging by a thread, and when he finally seats himself fully inside me, we both go still.
“Fuck,” he rasps. “You feel perfect.”
I wrap my legs around his hips. “Move.”
He does. Every thrust drives deep, barely controlled enough that I feel how badly he’s trying not to lose himself. I don’t want controlled anymore. I want the man who watched my door, came to my book club, walked me to my car in the rain, and looked at me as if he already knew I belonged to him.
My second orgasm starts low and builds fast, fed by the deep thrusts of his cock and the way he looks at me. Possessive. Devoted. Gone for me.
“Connor,” I gasp, gripping his back. “I’m going to come again.”
“Give it to me.”
I shatter around him, crying out as my pussy pulses hard around his cock. His control breaks with a rough sound, and suddenly he’s fucking me even harder, his hips driving into mine with a need that makes my entire body burn.
I need him closer. Deeper. I need to be claimed and filled and changed by him.
“Come inside me,” I tell him.
His eyes flash. “Emi.”
“Please. I want it. I want you.”
He loses the last of his restraint, burying his face against my neck as he pounds into me. His body is huge over mine, his muscles hard and taut under my hands, his breath rough against my skin. Then he drives deep and stays there, a broken groan tearing out of him as I feel him explode inside me.
The sensation sends a final shudder of pleasure through me. When he lifts his head and kisses me again, the kiss is slow, deep, and somehow even more intimate than everything that came before.
I taste myself on his mouth. I feel him still hard inside me. I feel the warmth of his cum deep in my body.
And I understand, with a clarity that scares me and steadies me at the same time, that something has shifted past the point of return.
We belong to each other now.
5
CONNOR
Morning comes with Emi asleep against my chest. I don’t move. I barely breathe. Her body is tucked against mine, curvy and warm and perfect, one gorgeously thick thigh draped over me and her hair spilling across my arm. I can still feel her everywhere. Her mouth. Her hands. The way she gave herself to me with so much trust that it took apart whatever control I thought I had left.
I’ve spent my adult life moving carefully. Identify the exits. Know the threat. Keep the client safe. Don’t want anything badly enough that it can be used against you.
Emi destroys all of that by sleeping in my arms.
I press my mouth to her hair and let myself go where I’ve been stopping my thoughts from going since the first morning I saw her outside the bookstore. I picture a ring on her finger. I picture her walking toward me in a curve-hugging white dress with that smart mouth and those warm brown eyes, letting me make promises I already feel carved into my bones.
I picture carrying her over the threshold of a house that’s ours. I picture coffee in the morning, books stacked on every surface. I picture her belly round with my child, my hands on herbody, my mouth against her skin as I tell her she’s beautiful over and over again.
Emi stirs, making a little sound against my chest, and my arms tighten around her.
For the first time in years, the future doesn’t feel empty or far away. It feels close enough to touch, and it’s shaped exactly like the woman sleeping beside me.
My phone rings on the floor beside the bed.
Emi shifts, but she doesn’t wake. I reach down carefully, check the screen, and see Jenner’s name. He handles contract placements for several private security firms, including mine.
I ease out from under Emi with more regret than I’ve ever felt leaving a bed. She frowns in her sleep and reaches for the warmth I’ve taken with me, and that’s almost enough to make me ignore the call. But I pull on my jeans, step into the hall, and answer quietly.
