HER BODYGUARD

She moved so fast, Asher barely had time to brace himself for her weight. Not that she weighed anything at all. She was soft and sweet and she smelled so incredibly inviting–like a woman aroused. Like feminine heat and excitement.

Her brushed-cotton gown tangled around his legs when he turned and pinned her beneath him. He felt her body sigh into his, her slim legs parting, her pelvis arching up. In the next instant, her hands cupped his face and she kissed him. It wasn’t a gentle kiss. She ate at his mouth, hungry and anxious and needy.

So many feelings swamped him. Lust, of course, since Kimberly always inspired that base craving, even when she wasn’t intent on seducing him. And need, a need he didn’t like acknowledging, but one that was so powerful, so all-consuming, he couldn’t minimize it as anything less than what it was.

But first and foremost was tenderness, laced with a touch of relief that he wouldn’t have to pull back this time; she would be his tonight. She had come to him, and she was kissing him as if she wanted him every bit as badly as he wanted her. That wasn’t possible, but if her need was anywhere close to his, they both might damn well explode.

“Kimberly…” he breathed.

Her kisses, hot and urgent, landed against his jaw, his chin, the side of his mouth. Her nipples were taut against his chest, her breath hot and fast. He wanted to touch her everywhere, all at once, and he wanted to simply hold her, to let her know how precious she was.

He slid one hand down her side, felt her shiver, heard her moan, and he nearly lost his mind. He gripped her small backside with both hands and urged her higher against his throbbing erection, rubbing sinuously, slow and deep, again and again.

He wanted to drown in the hot friction, the sensual feel of her warm body giving way to him. Her legs parted wide and she bent her knees, cradling him, offering herself.

Asher groaned low in his throat and went still, aware of the soft heat between her thighs now touching him. He knew she was excited, and the fact was making him crazy.

“Too fast, honey. He said.”Way too fast.”

Kimberly wasn’t listening. Her hands frantically stroked his naked back and her legs shifted restlessly, rubbing against his, holding him. She continued to lift her hips into him, exciting herself, exciting him more.

Asher dropped his full weight on her to keep her still, then carefully caged her face. She whimpered, trying to move.

“Shh. It’s all right, Kim. We’ve got all night.” he said. Then he kissed her. She tasted hot and sweet, and when he slipped his tongue between her lips, she sucked on him with greedy excitement.

Asher had never known kissing to be such a deeply sensual experience. To him, it had always been pleasant, sometimes a prelude to sex, sometimes not. But he’d never felt such a keen desire just from kissing. Kimberly was driving him over the edge, and he hadn’t even touched her yet.

He caught her slim wrists in one hand and trapped them over her head. He had to take control or he’d never last. She muttered a low protest and her hips moved, rubbing and seeking beneath his, finding his erection and grinding against it. Her nightgown was in his way and he knotted one fist in the material and lifted, urgently.

He needed to touch all of her, to explore her body, to brand her as his own. He hadn’t gotten enough time to do that last time… This time he was going to take his time.This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

Kimberly squirmed to accommodate him, allowing the material to be jerked above her waist. When Asher felt her bare, slender thighs against his own, he growled and pushed against her.

It almost struck him as funny, the effect she had on him. Prim, polite, proper little Kimberly. He dipped his head and nuzzled her breasts at the same time he slid his hand over her silky mound, letting his fingers tangle in her damp curls. Kimberly stopped moving; she even stopped breathing.

Asher felt her suspended anticipation. He released her wrists long enough to jerk the buttons open on the bodice of her nightgown so he could taste her nipples, feel the heat of her flesh, and then he wedged his hand back between her thighs. He pressed his face to her breast and kissed her soft skin, his mouth open and wet.

Kimberly shifted so her puckered nipple brushed against his cheek and Asher smiled, then began to suckle, drawing her in deep, stroking with his tongue, nipping with his teeth.

Her ragged moan was low and so damn sexy he moaned with her. His fingers slid over the tight curls, felt her slick and wet, hot and swollen with wanting him, and then he slid a finger deep inside her. She was incredibly tight and he added another finger, hearing her groan, feeling her body clasp his fingers as he forced them a bit deeper, stretching her.

He began a smooth rhythm, and with a breathless moan, her body moved with him. His thumb lifted to glide over the apex of her mound, finding her most sensitive flesh and stroking it, while his mouth still drew greedily on her nipple, and Kimberly suddenly stiffened, then screamed out her climax.

Asher went still. Her slim body shuddered and lifted beneath his, her face pulled tight in her pleasure. He watched her every movement, her intense delight expressed in her narrowed eyes, her parted lips, the sweet sounds she made.

Asher knew he had never seen anything so beautiful, so right. It seemed to go on and on, and as her cries turned to low breathless moans, he kissed her, taking her pleasure into himself.

When she stilled, he continued to cuddle her close, his own need now put on hold. A tenderness he’d never experienced before swirled through him, and he couldn’t help smiling. Miss Blake was a red-hot fire cracker, and he must be the luckiest man alive. “You okay, Kim?” he asked.

She didn’t answer.