look at him, his touch so gentle that my heart melted. His beautiful blue eyes held all concern and not an ounce of reproach. “You aren’t a burden. I’ll always protect you. That’s my job, after all.”
I tensed, hurt by his words.
Right. This was just his job. He was probably worried about me because I was his client and his duty was to keep me safe from harm...
Noticing how my body had tensed, his frown deepened. “Autumn, that’s not what I meant...I…Shit, that didn’t sound how I wanted it to.”
Without a word, he pulled me into an embrace, his strong arms holding me close. My heartbeat quickened. This contact was so unexpected, yet it was something I wanted for a long time. Now that we were touching, I never wanted him to let me go.
I inhaled his manly scent, clutching onto his shoulders as his hands soothingly traveled across my back.
I needed this.
I needed him.
“I don’t want you safe only because this is my job. I genuinely worry about you,” he said.
He was so warm, emanating the strength that initially attracted me to him in the first place. Soon, his hands began arousing me rather than calming me. I became hyperaware of his fingers trailing my spine, almost reaching my ass before he moved them up again. At the same time, I felt his erection pressing against my stomach.
The atmosphere had changed between us, and the temperature in the room was suddenly too high. I held my breath as he moved his hand to my neck, grazing it with his thumb and sending shivers down my spine.
Leaning into his touch, I squirmed and let a small moan out, waiting impatiently for his next move.
“You’re shaking,” he whispered in a raspy voice, cupping my head with one hand and taking a step away to look at me. “Are you cold?”
“A little.”
“I’ll bring you a blanket—”
He tried to move away, but I stopped him. “No. I don’t need a blanket.”
His eyes glimmered with lust and fell down to my lips. I noticed that he too was breathing unevenly.
My bare nipples hardened beneath my shirt under his gaze. He let out a low growl and his hand tightened around my waist.
“What do you need then?” he asked.
I wanted him badly. I couldn’t stop thinking about the night we’d spent together, and I was hungry for more.
“You. I need you,” I finally said, deciding to throw away all caution and doubts.
Before I knew it, he plastered his lips against mine. I encircled my arms around his neck, pulling him closer as our tongues played with each other’s.
Without breaking contact, he moved us to the bedroom, where he started undressing me. I fumbled with the buttons of his shirt and cursed.
He chuckled. “Here. Let me do it.”
He removed his shirt and proceeded to take off my shorts and black lace undies, hissing when his eyes landed on my mound.
“God, I have been waiting for this,” he said.
“You’ve barely looked at me in weeks!”
“I have to remain professional. But today, after that shooter—I can’t anymore, Autumn. I need you.”
He pushed me back onto the bed and spread my legs, letting his kisses start at my ankles and trail upward until his tongue twirled around my clit.
“I’m going to tease you, just like you teased me. You’re going to pay for that yoga workout,” he growled, inserting one finger, and then two, pumping me slowly as he sucked on my clit.