The Bodyguard: A BWWM Bad Body Romance(40)

They weren’t supposed to be doing this. They’d sworn they would never touch one another again. It wasn’t just for convenience sake, damn it, it was for his sanity. But none of that seemed to matter now. All that mattered was that she was finally back in his arms again.

All his excuses forgotten, Hank carried her over to the bed before following her down. How long had it been since he felt her body against his? Two weeks? Three? Too fucking long.

Juliet seemed just as ravenous as he was. Her hands were all over him - moving down his chest to pull him flush against her so his erection jutted more firmly against her stomach. He wanted her - needed her. And not even his conscience could stop him this time.

As he was reaching down to hitch her dress over her hips, the phone rang - and they both froze.

Up until that moment, Hank had almost forgotten that they even had a landline. Simmons usually reached him on his cell...unless he didn’t have it with him. He certainly hadn’t brought it to Juliet’s room. Fuck, he hadn’t even planned to bring himself to Juliet’s room, but here he was.

And now Simmons was calling. It could be no one else.

Hank exhaled a long breath as he gazed at the woman below him. Juliet’s mouth was swollen with his kisses, her curls mussed in a halo around her face. Against her dark skin, his own lighter, muscled forearm contrasted deeply...and it struck a chord in him. He couldn’t ever recall thinking a woman beneath him looked right, but, somehow, Juliet did.

“You should...probably get that.” She finally managed, her voice husky with want. The last thing Hank wanted at that particular moment was to talk to Simmons, but he knew there’d be hell to pay if he ignored the call.

Cursing inwardly, he rolled off Juliet and to the edge of the bed. Hank didn’t bother to spare a moment for his towel. Instead, he merely stalked, nude, through the safe house until he reached the kitchen - and the single land line. Yanking the receiver up, he all but snarled a greeting.

“What?”

“Interesting. You usually at least wait for me to say something before you get angry.” Simmons obviously amused tone did little to help Hanks temper, and he forced himself to reel it in.

“Sorry, Simmons...I was just...in the middle of something.”

“Right, well, I’m sorry to interrupt but I figured I’d let you know I’m coming down for another session in a bit, so get Juliet prepared.”

Fuck. “Yeah, I hear you. How long we got?”

“An hour or so. I’m leaving the city now.”

Hank at least waited until Simmons hung up before cursing viciously. It wasn’t until he looked up and found Juliet standing in the kitchen doorway that he realized she’d heard his entire tirade. Far from looking alarmed, however, she merely gazed at him with a knowing, sexy little half-smile lingering about her lips.

“So...you just going to stand there, armed and dangerous like that, until Simmons gets here?” It took Hank a minute to figure out what she was talking about, before he realized that not even Simmons casual demand had been enough to kill his erection. He was standing naked in the kitchen at full mast, and Juliet seemed to be very much enjoying the view.

“Shit.” At his low epithet, she laughed, advancing on him - in nothing but that damned lingerie of hers - until there were scant inches between them.

“You know...we aren’t supposed to do this, remember?” She ran two fingers over the tattooed contours of his chest until she was cupping his stubbled face, and Hank had to resist the urge to have her right there, on the counter.

“We aren’t.” He replied gruffly, jerking her against him a moment before taking hold of her wrist to slide her index finger into his mouth. “At least not now, but, later, all bets are off.”

He was done pretending.

Hopefully, in a few weeks, he’d be able to work his way up to Solomon and take the bastard out. Hank had a reputation for being a fast and efficient worker - which meant that his time with Juliet wouldn’t be drawn out any longer than it had to be. After all, he wanted Solomon off the streets just as much as she did - and when that was done, there would be no reason for them to remain together. They’d have to go their separate ways.

And if that was the way of things, why the hell shouldn’t he enjoy himself? God knew when he would be with another woman again, let alone one he liked as much as Juliet. They were both adults - they knew where this was headed. They were both fucked up beyond repair. Why not indulge a little bit? God knew he hadn’t done much of that in his life.

“How soon until Simmons comes?” Juliet inquired breathlessly, her dark gaze locked on his mouth.

Hank smirked. “Not long enough for what I want to do to you.”

It was probably the first time he’d seen Juliet pout. “Promises, promises.”

“Hey.” He tugged her fingers from his mouth to twine them with his own as he cupped her jaw, his gaze locking with hers. “After this session...as soon as Simmons leaves, we’ll forget all about it. I don’t want you thinking about that fucker any more than you have to, you hear me.”

Juliet’s expression went surprised for a moment, before her smile returned - one of the few genuine smiles he’d ever seen from her. “Alright.”

The words warmed him almost as much as the thought of being inside her...and that was saying a shit ton.