Page 124 of How To Tempt A Bodyguard

She'd heard the words before. From admirers who wanted her body, men who hoped to unlock a door.

This was something else. This was her beauty tangled up with everything he felt for her. Like beauty had been meaningless to him before but now it wrecked him.

"Lie back."

She obeyed, settling against the pillows. He followed her down, his body covering hers, his weight pressing her into the mattress. She could feel the hard length of him against her thigh, and her hips tilted instinctively toward him.

"Not yet." He pinned her hip with one hand. "I said I'm taking my time."

His mouth found her breast. He traced his tongue around her nipple, a slow wet circle that made her arch toward him.

"Please—"

"Please what?"

"Touch me. Properly."

"I am touching you properly." He blew cool air across her damp skin and watched her shiver. "Just not where you want. Not yet."

His tongue flicked across her nipple, and she whimpered. He took it in his mouth and sucked, gentle at first, then harder, until the sensation hovered between pleasure and pain. His other hand found her neglected breast, rough fingers rolling and tugging the peak.

She clutched at his shoulders, nails digging into muscle. He switched sides, giving her other breast the same attention, and she felt the pull of it all the way down between her legs.

"What else?" His voice was hoarse against her skin. "Tell me."

"Your mouth." She was panting now. "Lower."

"Where lower?"

"On my—" She stumbled over the word.

He bit down gently on her nipple, and she gasped.

"Say it, Florence."

"On my cunny." The word came out strangled. "I want your mouth on my cunny."

He kissed his way down her stomach without another word. He settled between her thighs, shoulders spreading them wide, and hooked her legs over his arms.

For a moment, he just looked at her. She felt exposed in a way that went beyond nakedness, pinned open beneath his gaze.

"Pretty." He parted her folds with his thumbs, spreading her wider. "Wet and swollen for me."

"Yes."

He lowered his head and licked her, one long slow stroke from entrance to peak. Her hips jerked, and his hands clamped down, holding her in place.

"Stay still."

He licked her again, exploring, mapping every fold and hollow. When he found the spot that made her gasp, he circled it with his tongue, building the pressure. He then pulled back.

"No." She grabbed for his hair. "Don't stop."

"Tell me how it feels."

"Good. So good."

"Just good?" He licked her again, one teasing flick. "Can do better."