Page 123 of How To Tempt A Bodyguard

"Yes."

He leaned down and kissed her forehead. Then her eyelids. Then the tip of her nose. Each kiss soft and unhurried.

"Let me assure you how enjoyable our forever could be," he said against her skin. "You don't have to do anything. Just feel."

He stretched out beside her, propped on one elbow, and rested his hand on her stomach. The heat of his palm seeped through the thin cotton. She made herself breathe.

His hand began to move. Slow circles, spiralling wider. Up to the underside of her breasts, close enough to make her hold her breath, then retreating. Down to the curve of her hip, fingers trailing along the hem of her chemise before pulling back.

His hand slid lower, fingertips skimming the inside of her knee. "Focus here. Just where I'm touching."

She tried. His fingers traced up her inner thigh, featherlight, and a shiver ran through her.

He rewarded her with a kiss to her throat, open mouthed and warm.

"Tell me what you want."

"Higher."

"Higher where?" His thumb drew a lazy circle on her inner thigh, maddening in its patience.

"You know where."

"Want to hear you say it."

"Between my legs." Her voice came out breathless. "I want your hand between my legs."

"Hm. Not sure where you mean." His fingers travelled down and stilled at the knee. "Here?"

“No, my… My cunny.”

His eyes darkened. He slid his hand up and cupped her over the cotton, and she moaned at the pressure of his palm against her.

"Soaked through already." He pressed gently, and the fabric clung to her skin. "Been wanting this, haven't you?"

"Yes."

"How long?"

"All day." She swallowed. "Longer."

He kissed her jaw, her neck, the hollow of her throat. Each one tender even as his hand pressed harder between her thighs.

"Been thinking about this for weeks," he said against her skin. "Having you in a proper bed. Spreading you out and taking my time. Burying myself in this cunt until we're both spent."

Her hips rolled against his hand, seeking more friction.

He pulled back. "Take this off."

She sat up and pulled the chemise over her head. Cool air hit her bare skin, and she resisted the urge to cross her arms over her breasts.

He caught her wrists before she could. Drew them gently but firmly down to her sides.

"Let me look at you."

So she let him. Sat there, naked and exposed, while his eyes travelled over her body. Her breasts, her stomach, the dark curls between her thighs. She watched his throat work as he swallowed.

"Christ." The word came out hoarse. He reached out and cupped her breasts, calloused thumbs brushing across her nipples. "You're beautiful."