Under Pressure (Body Armor #1)(92)

When he ended the kiss, he smiled at her. “Now swear to me you won’t go anywhere without me.”

Carefully, Cat slipped her hand down his side to the padded bandage. “You were hurt because of me.”

“I’d die for you.”

Her breath caught, her heart racing. She didn’t want that, not ever. “Leese...”

“I’m your bodyguard. No one is getting past me.”

So...that hadn’t been a declaration of his feelings. On a roller-coaster ride of emotions, she closed her eyes and sighed.

Leese cupped her breasts, regaining her attention real fast. “Flannel,” he murmured, moving his thumbs over her. “I like it.”

“They’re Sahara’s.”

“I know.”

“I’m going commando.”

He laughed. “That’ll make things easier.”

How could he laugh after everything that had happened? “I mean, I don’t mind borrowing pajamas—”

“I understand.” He unbuttoned the top two buttons on the pajama top and nuzzled her cleavage. “Cat?”

“Hmm?”

Through the material, he closed his teeth around her left nipple and gave a gentle tug. When she clenched around him and groaned, he said, “Promise me.”

“Leese...”

He took her mouth again, the kiss rough and hot and demanding. “Tomorrow I need to head over to the agency.”

“Wait—what?”

“Shh.” He held her still beneath him. “We both need a change of clothes, I want to grab my laptop and there are a few other things to take care of.”

“What other things?”

“Well, for one, I want to see if anyone is scoping out the place, maybe watching the investigation with a little too much interest.” Without giving her a chance to react to that, he said, “And I want to make sure your buddy is still locked up.”

Cat felt a moment of embarrassed panic before she remembered that the lockbox, with her “buddy” locked inside, was in the guest bedroom and well hidden. She scowled at Leese. “That’s not funny.”

For an answer, he sat up and opened a few more buttons. “I’m sure Sahara’s lawyers will have the cops wrapping it up sooner rather than later, but I want to see everything for myself. Maybe there’s a clue they’ll miss.”

Trying not to be distracted by what he did, she said, “I guess that makes sense, as long as you’re sure it’s safe.”

“With an active investigation? Yeah, it’ll be safe, and I’ll be careful.” He cuddled her naked breasts. “I plan to make it back to you. Now, no more talking.”

“So you don’t have to make any promises?”

“How about I promise to kiss you all over.”

“Um...”

He curled his fingers in the waistband of the bottoms and peeled them down her legs. To help him along, she lifted her hips and quickly kicked them off.

“And, Cat?” Expression intent, he looked her over. “I promise you’re going to moan.”

Cool air washed over her body, but she wasn’t chilled. Not anymore. Not with Leese looking at her like that. “Okay.” She shifted her legs, curled her toes and anticipated what would happen.

He parted her legs and knelt between her thighs, his gaze on her breasts, her belly and down. While stroking her inner thighs, he said, “You are so fucking sexy.”

She didn’t feel sexy. She just felt lost. Lost to the fear of the future. Lost to the lust of the moment.

Lost in the love she felt for him.

With her legs draped over his thighs, he leaned forward, closed his mouth around one nipple, and drew her in. He sucked gently, his hot, rough tongue rasping.

Sensation coursed through her and she closed her eyes.

He moved to the other nipple, licking, then sucking, leaving it equally wet and ripe. He caught her in his teeth and tugged, and she felt it like a direct pull to her core. Her belly tightened and tingled, and he’d just gotten started.

“I promise,” he rasped, his hands now low on her hips, “to make you come.”

“And you?” she managed to ask breathlessly. “You’ll come too.”

“No, not this time.” He parted her sex with his thumbs, making her squirm as he took his time looking at her, his eyelids heavy, his cheekbones flushed. “I don’t have any condoms.”

“Then—”

“No. I’m fine, I promise.” His gaze briefly locked with hers. “I’ll just enjoy watching you.”

But that sounded so...uninhibited. “I don’t know about this.” He wore his boxers, but she was naked, and he left her completely exposed.

“I do.” His thumbs moved over her, petting, teasing. “Just relax.”

If that’s what he wanted, then she’d try. Breathing deeper, she nodded.

He turned one hand and briefly cupped her sex, then used three fingers to stroke her, getting her wetter. “So hot.” As he said it, he began working his fingers into her, twisting, pressing.

Cat dug her heels into the bed and tightened all over.

“Relax.”

She gave him the moan he wanted, especially when she felt him filling her.

He looked at her breasts, licked his thumb and reached for her nipples. With the first damp glide of his thumb, she caught her breath. He wet them both, leaving her aching, then lightly pinched until each nipple was stiff, before tugging, rolling, going from one breast to the other, all while keeping three fingers pressed firmly into her.