Page 42 of How To Tempt A Bodyguard

She settled between his spread thighs, her hands coming to rest on his knees. The position put her face level with his straining cock. She looked up at him through dark lashes, and the innocence in her expression was so perfectly feigned it made his balls tighten.

"Would this be too distracting?" she asked. "For your job?"

His hands fisted at his sides. Every muscle in his body had gone rigid. "I wouldn't be worth my salt if I let a bit of pleasure keep me from doing my job."

"A bit of pleasure." Her lips curved. "Is that what this is?"

"Depends on what you're planning to do down there."

Her hands slid up his thighs. Slowly. Torturously. He could feel the heat of her palms through the fabric, could feel his cock twitch in response, desperate for her touch.

"I've never done this before," she said. The confession was quiet, almost shy, at odds with her bold position. "I've heard... descriptions. From women who know. But I've never..."

"I,” he swallowed, “won’t be judging too harshly."

She looked up at him, with her pretty, violet eyes that sparkled with mischief. "I want to pleasure you the way you pleasured me."

“Christ.”

"Tell me what to do." Her fingers found the buttons of his trousers. "I want to learn."

Matthew watched in disbelief, looking up and peering out the window when another carriage approached. Then he was focused on her again, rapt in attention.

His cock sprang free, already remarkably hard, throbbing with need. She gasped faintly and stared at it. It jerked under her scrutiny as anticipation built to an impossible degree. He was going to burst if she didn’t touch him soon.

Her hand wrapped around him.

All rational thought evaporated.

"Oh," she breathed. Her eyes had gone wide, fixed on where she held him. "You're so... hard."

He choked out a laugh. "What did you expect?"

"I don't know." She stroked him from the tip to the bottom. He hissed through his teeth.

"Is this right?"

She stroked again, more confident than any innocent had a right to be

"Tighter." The word came out guttural. "You won't hurt me."

She adjusted her grip. Better. God, so much better.

"Like this?"

"Aye." He was panting already. Embarrassing. He'd had women's hands on him before, women who knew exactly what they were doing, and none of them had made him feel like this. Like he was going to come apart from a few fumbling touches. "Just like that."

She stroked him again, watching his face with rapt attention. Learning him. Cataloguing his reactions the same way he'd catalogued hers last night.

"The women I know," she said, her voice conversational even as her hand worked him, "they say men like it when you use your mouth."

"Bloody hell."

"Is that yes?"

He couldn't speak. Could only nod, his jaw clenched so tight his teeth ached.

She rose on her knees and leaned forward. Her breath ghosted over the head of his cock, hot and damp, and his hips jerked involuntarily.