The Bodyguard: A BWWM Bad Body Romance(45)
“What’s so funny?” He demanded, working her shirt and bra up over her head to free her breasts to his rabid gaze.
“Nothing.” She managed, a soft cry escaping her as he tugged at her nipple with his teeth. “Just…for someone who thinks he’s shit at communicating, you’re pretty damned good at this.”
Hank merely grunted in approval against the soft underside of her breast before plumping the tip towards his mouth again. Juliet’s leg wound around his waist as she whispered his name. How was it possible that sex could have you both elated and close to tears?
Had staying with Solomon really made her so blind about the world? Or was this what it was always like when you really wanted someone?
“Stop.” Hank’s gruff demand in her ear forced her back to the present just as much as his beard rasping sexily against the bare skin of her shoulder.
“Stop what?” She gazed up at him with wide eyes, her breath short. Hank’s gray eyes dared her to look away - to think of anything but him and the pleasure he brought her.
“Thinking. I told you I’d make you forget. Don’t make me resort to extreme measures.”
“Extreme measures?” The thought both intimidated and excited her. She didn’t think there was anything more extreme than how crazy the man could drive her. She was pretty sure if he put his mouth on her again she might just cease to exist altogether.
The man above her smirked wickedly, and Juliet found her fingers curling into the coverlet beneath her in anticipation. In a flash she found herself flipped onto her stomach, both her hands pinned to the pillow above her by one of his bigger ones. When Juliet wriggled beneath him, Hank cursed against her neck, kissing a sharp red mark into it a moment before she heard him undo the fastening of his jeans.
The next thing she knew, Hank was pulling the hem of her underwear down to her thighs - just low enough so he could work his huge, hot erection into the core of her. Burying her face in a pillow, Juliet moaned as he split her open, inch by glorious inch. “Fuck…” He hissed against her neck. “You’re so ready for me Julie...so fucking ready…”
How couldn’t she be? She’d wanted this for weeks! Craved it so badly she woke up hot, wet and aching, wondering how wanton she would seem if she rushed next door and into his bed.
When he drew out, almost leaving her entirely, she moaned with the need to have him back in her, arching her hips off the bed in an effort to take him back inside her. Hank obliged her quickly, pinning her to the coverlet with a swift thrust that took her breath away.
The pace he set was brutal - it might almost have been punishing. He was pinning her down, his body moving powerfully over hers. But his grip wasn’t harsh. The things he whispered in her ear - how perfect she felt and how good she was to take all of him - that, along with his cock itself, melted her from the inside out.
She was soon gasping his name, moaning uncontrollably as tears of divine pleasure slipped down her cheek.
And she did not think of the man who had almost ruined her. Not once.
In time, Hank released her wrists. His calloused fingers curled into her hip as his opposite hand reached down, between her legs, to find the minute, swollen little bud of her pleasure. The moment he touched her there, Juliet was bowing against him, her mouth slack as her third orgasm crashed over her with the force of a tidal wave.
She came so hard it hurt, her muscles clenching until she was gasping for relief from the pain. Hank seemed to know what she needed without a word and reached down to massage her thighs with broad, firm strokes until the muscles loosened.
Even when Juliet eased back down, she could still feel him inside her, breathing roughly against her neck as he struggled to keep from letting her spasming inner muscles finish him as well. Once Juliet’s body finally sagged to the coverlet, Hank slid from her to turn her onto her back.
When he entered her again, she moaned, her eyes slipping closed as she clutched at his shoulders weakly. The man was a demon, and she didn’t know how much longer she could last under an onslaught like this. Hank, however, didn’t take up the pounding rhythm that had swept her away before. Instead, he lowered his mouth to press it to hers, rocking his hips into her in long, steady strokes that pooled warmth low in her belly.
He kept going until his rhythm stuttered, his muscles pulled tight and Juliet gasped as she felt him spilling inside her in long, hot spurts that seemed to go on for an eternity. Hank let his head drop slowly, pressing his forehead to hers as he kissed her again. The gesture was unexpectedly tender, considering what he’d just done to her, and Juliet relished it. When all this was over, who knew if a man would ever be so giving again?
She swallowed the pang of pain that came with the prospect, clearing her dry throat. “Does this mean...you’ll teach me to shoot?”
Hank merely groaned, his eyes sliding open just enough to allow him to glower down at her.
“You never give up, do you?”
Juliet grinned, running her hands over the wide expanse of Hank’s chest indulgently. “It’s a bad habit.”
Chapter 10: The Last Steps
Hank would like to say that he refused her. That he didn’t put his job and patience on the line by giving into her demands. That was the official story, anyway. What he actually did was sent Bosh and Crowley out on a variety of wild goose chase errands, each of which gave him and Juliet a good half hour or so to practice in the woods behind the cabin.