Page 90 of Bodyguard By Night
I opened the door and found Ransom looming in the doorway. His eyes were hooded as he took me in then his hot gaze blazed over every inch. His hands fisted at his sides.
“Where’s Em?”
“Had to call her connection for a different jacket.” His gaze dipped to my breasts and his jaw flexed.
My lips twitched. “Is that right?” I drew my fingertip down the line of buttons on his dress shirt. “What do you think of the dress?”
He pushed me into the room. “I think I need to help you with the zipper.”
I laughed. “No zipper, pal.”
His gaze skimmed up and over my shoulder to the mirror. “Christ.” His long fingers inched over my waist to my hip to hold me in a firm grip.
“Not exactly easy to get me out of it.”
His hand snaked down to my ass. “I’ll make it work.” His mouth crashed on mine as he kicked the door shut behind him.
“How long do we have?” I asked against his mouth between kisses. His tongue slid along mine with long, hot strokes.
He stroked his thumb over my jaw to open me wider before he circled my neck lightly to push my head back. “I don’t care.”
His teeth raked down my neck and over to the slice of skin showing above the neckline. His teeth clicked over the necklace I’d put on before we left. It didn’t exactly go with the dress, so I’d tucked it underneath, but now it teased the skin between my breasts.
He slid his thigh between mine and the dress rose a few inches. I could only imagine the view behind me, but he seemed into it.
The bristles of his shadowed jaw scraped over the skin between my shoulder and neck, making me shiver. His hand slid lower, dragging me closer to ride his thigh.
The tips of his fingers went even lower, digging into the back of my thigh as he ground me against his leg. I groaned into his mouth. “You’re not seriously going to do this in here.”
“I seriously am.”
He dragged one strap down and I quickly detangled my arm so he could get to my breast. I wanted tofinallyfeel his mouth where he’d driven me mad last night with only touches of those deliciously calloused fingertips.
My head fell back as he licked the tight tip. He scored my skin with his rough chin, then he looked up at me as he lightly tugged on my nipple.
“Holy…” My hips shifted restlessly. “Yeah, I guess we are.”
“How fast can you come, Chaos?”
I blew out a slow breath as he circled my nipple with his tongue then sucked hard. I gripped his shoulder and fought the need to shout out how good it felt. “Pretty fast if you keep that up.”
He wrenched up the skirt of the dress and dropped to his knees. “Fast is good.”
I stared down at him. “Wait, what—” He dragged one leg up and over his shoulder and tipped me back against the mirror. I gripped his hair and held him tight. “You…”
And then words were absolutely dust.
His hot breath fanned over the scrap of panties I was wearing, then he nuzzled along the inside of my thigh. “Hold on, Chaos.”
With his other hand, he dragged the material aside, flicking a finger along my slit from the back as his tongue lashed and stroked from the front. He learned every blessed line and crease.
When he filled me with two fingers and teased my clit until the lights above the mirror flared like fireworks, I could only hold onto his head. Somehow I managed to slap a hand over my mouth as the first orgasm ripped through me.
There wasn’t time to recover before he demanded more. He stretched me open and licked and sucked with a voracious appetite I’d never experienced before in my life.
As I grabbed at the breast he’d freed before, he growled against my thigh. “Yes.”
I rode his tongue and let myself go, allowed myself the moment and swallowed every shout that I’d normally have let rip free. Hiding in this little room full of vintage clothes while desperately trying to be quiet only made the moment larger and more intense.