Page 57 of Thirsty Bodyguard Summer

I gripped his upper arms.

He backed me toward the dressing counter while his tongue moved against mine. The mirror lights warmed one side of my face. His hands found my waist, then tightened when I pulled his lower lip between my teeth.

“Still yes?” he asked against my mouth.

“Yes. Keep kissing me.”

He did.

The edge of the counter pressed against my lower back. Shane crowded between my thighs without trapping me. His erection hardened beneath the light-gray fabric of his trousers.

I reached for the hem of his sleeveless top.

“Take this off.”

He pulled it over his head and dropped it onto the chair.

Sweat still gleamed lightly across his chest from rehearsal. His gold chain rested against his skin.

I ran both palms over his chest and down his abdomen.

Shane caught my chin and kissed me again.

“I’ve been thinking about what you did to me Friday,” he said.

“You’ll need to be more specific.”

His laugh broke when I opened his trousers.

“I was trying to compliment you.”

“You can finish after I do.”

I pushed the fabric over his hips.

His cock sprang free, already hard.

Shane’s breath shortened.

I knelt in front of him.

“Cassi, are you sure?”

“You asked what I wanted.”

His hand settled against my cheek. “I’m not objecting.”

I wrapped my fingers around the base of his cock and licked across the head.

His hips shifted once before he controlled them.

I closed my lips around him.

His fingers combed into my hair, then opened against my nape when I took him deeper. I worked my tongue along the underside of his shaft.

He groaned.

The groan made me take him deeper.