The Bodyguard: A BWWM Bad Body Romance(28)

But then, all at once, he raised his head from her breast and a soft cry of protest escaped her. She was so close. So close...Her hand drifted to the back of his head, tugging him back downward in an effort to direct him to where she wanted. Hank, however, didn’t budge. A dark chuckle escaped him. “Slow down, honey. I’m just getting warmed up.”

Warmed up? Jesus, Juliet was already going up in flames. “Hank, please…” She begged breathlessly, tugging at his immobile form. “Please, I need-”

“Tell me what you need,” He growled against her neck, sucking a mark into the flesh there until Juliet forgot how to breathe. “Tell me.”

“Touch me.” She moaned, unabashed in her need. “Kiss me.”

“I am kissing you.” He murmured against the tender, raw skin of her injured shoulder before brushing a feather-light kiss across it. A low, frustrated sound escaped Juliet as she wrapped her leg even more tightly about him, drawing him more flush against her. “Gotta be more specific.”

Goddamn, he was an asshole. She might have guessed he’d torture her like this. “Your mouth,” she tried again, flushing darkly. “I want your mouth.”

“Where? Here?” His tongue slid against her collarbone and she shuddered, her hips bucking against him in vain. “Here?” His lips swept lower, down between her breasts to trace the line of each and every one of her ribs. The sensation sent butterflies winging through her stomach as Juliet exhaled a shaky breath. “Here?” When his mouth closed over the nipple he’d neglected, Juliet thought she might have died and gone to heaven. How did he do that with his mouth? A deft, slow glide of his tongue, the edge of his teeth and dear God, that hungry, turgid suction...

Unfortunately, the sensation didn’t last long.

Hank released the tip of her breast after less than a minute and Juliet could have clobbered him, injured or no. At the look on her face, he smirked, reaching down to take firm hold of her hips. “No fucking way.” Juliet uttered a low sound of surprise as he used his hold to push her up the length of her bed until the crown of her head touched scratched wooden headboard. “I want to taste you when you come, Juliet.” At the hot press of his mouth against her hip bone, her breath caught in her throat. “Like hell you’re denying me that.”

Before she could reply, deft fingers were parting her legs and Hank’s mouth covered the hot, wet core of her. Juliet gasped out, her fingers curling around the headboard as her back arched almost painfully from the duvet.

Solomon had never, ever done this for her - not in all their eight years together. He insisted that he wouldn’t prostrate himself in such a way, despite the fact that he wanted her mouth wrapped around him at every opportunity. Juliet had long told herself that she’d live without it - there were worse things than a sensation she couldn’t even miss.

Now she realized how woefully wrong she’d been.

At the first long lap of Hank’s tongue against her, Juliet was lost. The man held her thighs apart, pinning her right where he wanted her. She couldn’t decide if she wanted to press her most sensitive parts against his hungry mouth or try to escape - sensation overwhelmed her brain so her body did most of the thinking for her.

Hank groaned as she trembled against his mouth. His tongue covered the seam of her sex again and again before circling the tiny, tender bud of her clit. When his mouth closed around it to impart the same gentle suction that each nipple had received, Juliet all but sobbed at the knife-like pleasure that lanced through her. Every sweet pull of Hank’s mouth urged her closer and closer to the precipice of her orgasm, but the masterstroke came when two thick fingers slid inside her, high and precise, to stroke a spot that made stars blink to life before her vision.

Juliet’s orgasm crashed over her with breathtaking intensity. She found herself gripping Hank’s shoulders for dear life, her toes curling tightly as the delectation went on and on. Through it all, Hank continued to lick and kiss her lower folds gently, sending jolts of accompanying nirvana through her until she wasn’t sure she could take anymore.

She didn’t even realize she was begging him to stop until he raised his head to look up at her, his eyes dark with lust. When he licked his lips, Juliet shuddered violently, her womb clenching in shocking need. “That’s only one. I need another one, Julie-baby.”

A sound half-laugh, half moan escaped her as the young woman shook her head. She didn’t think it was physically possible to feel like that more than once a night. Her entire body felt made of rubber as it was. “No.”

Hank’s mouth skated over her inner thigh and up to the tender skin at the joint of her thigh and buttock to kiss and suck at until she moaned, squirming away from him. “Hank…”

“Again.” He used her own momentum to turn her onto her stomach, parting her legs so she was spread for him once more. From her new angle, there was little Juliet could do to prevent him from continuing his torture. When his mouth found its home among the drenched folds between her legs for the second time, she merely moaned deliriously into the pillow.

Fuck.

Fuck.

He was obviously trying to kill her.

Hanks hands curled into her thighs, kneading and massaging as he mouthed the tenderest parts of her hungrily. Despite Juliet’s exhaustion, her body responded flagrantly. When Hank’s tongue slid inside her, her breath hitched as her fingers gripped desperately at the mussed duvet for purchase. More. More. God, more.