Page 53 of Possessive Mafia Bodyguard

She smiles at me. “I want to kiss you.”

“Be my guest, sweetheart.”

Tamara shrugs my bathrobe over her shoulders and drops it onto the floor. She’s naked underneath. A smile forms on her lips as she watches me watching her appreciatively.

Then she drags my pants and boxers down my legs, and I find myself panicking to get out of my shirt so that I can touch her.

I reach for her breasts, and she shakes her head. “Not tonight.”

Straddling my legs, she grips the base of my shaft and licks the head. Softly. Her tongue leaving no part of it untouched. My balls fill up immediately and start to throb.

“Fuck, sweetheart, that feels so fucking amazing.”

Still gripping the base, she drags her tongue down my length and back up again. Only this time when she reaches the head, she sucks gently but firmly, probing with her tongue. I instinctively reach for her, needing to touch her too, to show her what she does to me, but she remains out of reach, squeezing my cock tighter.

Her mouth closes around the head and she takes me deeper. So deep, I can feel the back of her throat. A groan escapes my lips before I can stop it, and my legs start to shake.

“You’re going to make me come,” I grind out.

She doesn’t stop. Pushing my legs together with her thighs, she rubs her pussy over them and takes more of me. I feel her front teeth grazing my flesh, the bend of my erection as I slide down her throat, but still, she keeps going, until her lips meet her hand at my base, and she cups my balls with her free hand.

“You’re fucking killing me, baby.” My breaths are coming quick and shallow, and that’s before she slides me all the way out of her mouth and sucks the head harder. Sucking, licking, sucking some more.

My climax blazes its way to the surface like wildfire burning out of control. I couldn’t stop it now if I wanted to. So, I close my eyes and succumb willingly, watching the millions of tiny stars spiraling in front of my eyes, as pleasure crashes through me, causing my body to jerk and twitch while she swallows every last drop of me and leaves me wrecked in her arms.

“You’re amazing, do you know that?” I murmur, pulling her head against my chest and wrapping my arms around her. I don’t trust my legs to support me if I try to roll on top of her.

“You’re easily pleased.”

“Only with you.”

I trace a pattern with my thumb on her side where it dips at her waist and listen to her breathing as it regulates. I can’t make her stay, but I want to spend the night with her. I want to spend every fucking night with her for the rest of my life, but I’ll settle for tonight if that’s all she’s ready for.

So, I don’t move. My thumb keeps circling, slow and steady, until she relaxes against me in slumber, and I silently thank the universe for making me the luckiest bastard in the entire fucking world. I wait until her eyelashes caress my chest in the throes of REM sleep before I finally close my eyes.

The instant I drift off, she moves in my arms, lifts her head from my chest, and I sense her watching me, alert.

“Finn?” she whispers.

“I’m right here, sweetheart.”

“Did you lock the bedroom door?”

It takes several beats for me to process the question. “I locked the front door.”

She sits up, raises her knees to her chest, and pulls the sheet to her chin to cover her nakedness as she stares at the door. “There’s no lock.”

I could remind her that there’s no lock on the bedroom door because I live alone and because there are enough weapons in this room to take down a small army. But like a child with an irrational fear of monsters living under the bed, it won’t be enough.

“Stay right here, mo féileacán.” I sit up, kiss her bare shoulder, and swing my legs over the side of the bed.

“Where are you going?” She follows me with her dark eyes as I stand up.

“To fix this.”

I skirt the end of the bed, drag the chair out from underneath the desk that I rarely use, and wedge it beneath the door handle, so that if anyone tried to open the door, I’d be immediately alerted to the intrusion. Then, I go back to my side of the bed, place my weapons on the nightstand, and climb back in beside her.

“You’re with me now, and I promise that no one will get through that door.”