Page 26 of Big, Burly Bodyguard

If I’m going to be her first kiss, I’m going to make it memorable.

I slide my tongue over the seam of her lips, and she gasps. I take the opportunity to explore her mouth, tasting her. She tentatively strokes her tongue against mine, and I can do nothing to squelch the growl of need that rises in my throat.

She whimpers in response, her fingers curling into the back of my hair. That small sound nearly undoes me.

I deepen the kiss because fuck me, I cannot get enough of the way she feels, the way she tastes. Her full curves pressed against my body are what my fantasies are made of. I want to turn her around, lift her so her plump ass is on the bathroom counter. I want to erase any space between us so I can grind my hard dick against the hot seam of her pussy.

She doesn’t belong to you.

I force myself to end the kiss. Pulling back, I rest my forehead against hers, breathing hard.

“Okay,” I murmur.

“Okay,” she repeats.

I take a step back from her, putting much-needed space between our bodies. Her pupils are blown with desire, her lips swollen from our kiss. She’s never looked more stunning.

“Thank you,” she whispers.

I close my eyes.

Because I already know kissing her was a mistake.

The worst part, though, I’d make it again.

chapter

twelve

Evelyn

I’ve never been so turned on in my life. My panties are soaked, and I’m pretty sure I could etch glass with how hard my nipples are.

Is that how first kisses are supposed to go?

I mean, obviously, it wasn’t Mitchell’s first kiss. Still, he’d seemed as affected as I was. He’d quickly disappeared into the bathroom to take a shower.

I’d quickly changed into my pajamas and climbed into bed. My hand had slid into my panties a second later.

I just needed to be quick and quiet.

Heavens knew I could masturbate quietly. I’d had enough practice since it seemed like someone was always listening or watching at the palace.

I found my clit and set a quick rhythm, circling the little nub. With my other hand, I reached up my shirt and pinched at first one nipple and then the other.

Desire coiled and tightened in my belly. The sound of that deep growl in his throat. The swipe of his tongue. The way his fingers had dug into my waist. I could replay every moment of the kiss.

But now in my mind, he took things further. He reached up and fondled my breasts. Then it was his hand bringing me pleasure, his fingers working my clit.

My orgasm crashed over me, and I bit my lip to keep from crying out his name.

I lay there doing my best to regulate my breathing before he came back out of the bathroom.

I rolled over, hugging a pillow to my chest.

Until I met Mitchell, I’d never imagined myself with a man. Harold certainly hadn’t inspired any desire or fantasies.

Mitchell Sinclaire changed that. Changed me. Not just with his kiss. But his kindness and generosity. His sense of humor. The way his butt filled out his jeans. Everything about him mesmerized me. And I couldn’t imagine a scenario in which he was in my life, but not mine.