Page 4 of Lethal Bodyguard Summer

“Shower with me.”

“Okay.”

He pulled out slowly, the suction releasing a slight pop in the quiet of the room. Kicking his board shorts off the rest of the way, he reached for my hand, and I thought he’d lead me where he wanted to go. Instead, he picked me up, and I let out a small squeak of surprise before settling against the soft white T-shirt he still wore.

Brooks walked down a short hallway that led to a bedroom. It was large and lit by moonlight through the unadorned sliding glass door. On the opposite side was a door that he walked through, flipping a switch. It buzzed, flickered, then took hold, casting a warm glow.

Setting me down on the countertop, he turned and opened the shower door. He twisted a handle, and an array of showerheadsstuttered to life. Then he moved past me and set out two fluffy white towels.

Satisfied, Brooks returned and picked me up, carrying me into the shower. He didn’t just set me down; he slid me down his front, slowly and deliberately before framing his hands on my jaw and tipping my face up to his.

“You good?”

“Yeah.” I nodded. “I’m good.”

“If you want to stop—”

“I don’t want to just shower.”

He smiled, his hands sliding down my throat to my shoulders. “Good. Me either.” Then he turned and picked up a bottle off the shelf. Squirting some liquid into his palm, he soaped up his hands, then laid them on my shoulders. He soaped up my body, one inch at a time, down my arms and across my back and up over my ribs. Every place he touched, heat sparked, and I moaned as he massaged down my legs and lifted one foot at a time. He leaned forward and placed a kiss on my pussy, and I thrust forward on a moan, the fire he’d been stoking with every touch flaring to life.

“You like this?”

“What?” I asked, looking down to where he sat on his knees in front of me. Water had plastered the hair to his head and glistened on the tanned muscle of his chest. My mouth dried at the sight.

“Do you like this?” He slid back up, his gaze on mine as his palms washed my belly and finally my breasts.

“Brooks,” I said, my body swaying toward him, “please.”

“Do you like this, Aria?” he asked again, his voice a little firmer.

I shook the water out of my eyes. “I-yes.” No one had ever asked me that before, and if it was possible, the question had turned me on more.

“Tell me what you want.”

“You inside me. Now.”

His laugh was low and strong. Like him. “Not yet.”

He took his time, working me under the hot water, watching me while his fingers moved between my legs. This time when I broke, it was different than before, not as hurried or hard but something deeper, stronger. Like he had marked me in some way.

Before I could think too much about it, he reached behind me, turned off the spray of water, and opened the door. I shivered as the cool air touched my skin. Brooks took my hand and helped me out, then moved to the counter, grabbed one of the towels, came back to me, and began to dry me off.

“I can do it,” I said, reaching for it.

Brooks pulled it out of my reach. “I’m sure you can. But tonight, I’m doing it.”

My hands dropped to my sides. “Okay.”

When he finished, he used the same towel on his body and then hung it up over the shower bar and said one word as he lifted me off the ground. “Bed.”

In seconds, I was lying across his soft sheets, Brooks’ body covering mine.

“I’m glad you walked into the Sandbar tonight,” he said before swooping down and kissing me. Braced on a forearm to hold his weight, he moved his other hand down my body, teasing out goosebumps as his fingertips grazed the outside of my breast, down my side to massage my hip, then down to my thigh where he hooked his hand around it and pulled it wider. The head of his cock settled against my entrance, and I moved, my body reaching for his.

His mouth left mine, and I sucked in air as he kissed his way down my throat to my breast. I arched against him, practically shoving my nipple into his mouth. Dozens of stars shot acrossthe galaxy of my closed eyelids when his teeth grazed the sensitive bud.

I think I screamed his name, but I wasn’t sure, too consumed with the sensations flooding my body. He left my breast, continuing his journey down my belly and my hips. When he stopped, I cracked my eyes open and peered down at him.