Page 19 of Possessive Mafia Bodyguard

My entire body convulses, curling in on itself to preserve the sensation in my core as if it’s something precious to be treasured.

I barely register his hands behind my back lowering me onto the floor, or my trembling legs wrapping around his back to keep him close. He fumbles with the zipper to free his erection from his pants, and I feel the head of his shaft nudging at my entrance.

“I…” My eyes fly open. I’m still panting, but for a different reason now.

“What’s the word?” He cradles my head on the floor with one arm, his eyes searching mine.

“I don’t need the word.”

“Talk to me, sweetheart.” His voice is so tender, I feel irrational tears welling. “What is it?”

“I’ve never done this before.”

He blinks several times. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

Something snaps inside, and I try to shove him off me, but he’s too heavy, too large, too much. “Get off me. I want to go.”

“The word,” he says.

“I’m not saying the fucking word. Just let me go.” Tears trickle from the corners of my eyes, and I try to wipe them away, but he grabs my wrists and pins them behind my head.

“Hey, baby, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that to sound the way it did.” He tries to kiss me, and I turn my face away, angry at him, angry at myself for being so weak when I’m with him. “Look at me, please. Let me explain, then if you still want to go, I won’t stop you.”

I roll my head back across the floor and peer into his green eyes. His pupils are still huge, the remaining green flecked with tiny black spears. His left cheek is swollen and shiny from where I hit him with his own gun the night before, the purple-black bruise still coming out. But he’s still the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen, and there’s a lump in my throat that won’t go down.

“Thank you.” He nods once and kisses the tip of my nose. “I shouldn’t have said what I said, and I’m sorry. The last thing I want to do is to make you feel anything less than totally and irrevocably perfect.”

“So, why did you say it?”

“Because you’re the sexiest woman on the fucking planet. Because the things you do, the way you make me feel, the things you make me want to do to you… I didn’t expect you to be a virgin.”

“Is that good or bad?”

“Baby…” He kisses my lips so softly, I feel more tears prickling behind my eyes. “I already knew you were the best thing that had ever happened to me, but if you still want me, knowing what I know now…”

“I do.” I blurt it out before I can change my mind. “I do still want you.”

“You don’t need to use the word?”

I smile. “No.” My anger is slowly dissipating, leaving behind an undeniable ache inside me that only he can fix.

“You know what this means?” he says.

“What?”

“You have to tell me your name now.”

“Or what?”

“Or…” His eyes narrow, but he can’t hide the smile. “I’ll fuck you so hard, you won’t even remember it.”

“I choose option B.”

His smile lights up his face. “I was hoping you’d say that.” His brows shoot up and disappear behind his dark curls. “Stay right there.”

He stands up and removes his shoes and socks first and then his pants. He’s still wearing the gym shorts underneath that I saw him in when he was staking out the refuge, only now, his erection is visible through the thin fabric.

Scratch that.