Page 34 of The Bodyguard

“Touch me.” I hear the words fall from my lips.

“I can’t,” Ryder growls. “I need you to get dressed.”

I don’t know what’s come over me. I’m never this brazen but I know with my last breath that if we leave this room, the opportunity presenting itself will never happen again.

I reach behind and undo my bra, letting it fall to the floor.

Then I unzip my skirt.

“What are you doing?” His voice gruff.

“I need to change my entire outfit,” I whisper as my skirt slides down my legs.

I step out of it.

“Fucking hell, Savannah,” Ryder growls, taking in my thin white lace thong, which barely covers me.

Aside from that, I’m only wearing a pair of blush heels. I don’t think I’ve ever felt so brazen and sexy in my life.

He could reject me.

He could even laugh.

But he doesn’t. He fights with himself, glaring at me as I close the distance.

“I better put some clothes on then,” I say when I’m right in front of him.

He’s at least a foot taller than me and almost fills the doorway with his broad shoulders and chest. My face arches up and I breathe in his masculine scent as he pants.

When he doesn’t react, my eyes drop, and I start to move.

Ryder’s hand snaps out and catches mine down at our sides.

I still. Waiting.

His eyes drift from mine down to my breasts and I watch his nostrils flare.

“Take your panties off.”

Fucking hell, I nearly come right there and then.

He releases my hand as I slide the lace down my legs and begin to kick off a shoe.

“Leave them on.”

Okay, well, that’s sexy. But Jesus, does he not know how tricky that is? These heels are seven inches long.

Oh.

Ryder lifts me off the floor and the lace flutters to the floor. My eyes fly to his in surprise and he smirks.

Good god, this man is fire.

Next minute, I’m on the washing machine as it vibrates away, and he has his hands on my breasts.

“Spread your legs wide.” Ryder instructs and leans me back. Then his fingers are at my sex and I’m moaning. “Is this what you were doing last night?”

Holy hell.