Bodyguards In Bed

Surprise registered in her baby blues, followed by a look he recognized as a very clear challenge that curled the edge of her mouth in a wicked way. “Why don’t you come in here and not tell me that aga

in?”

“I swear to God, Lauren, if you don’t—”

Her splash cut off his words. She swam toward the rocks, spraying water in her wake. At the base of the waterfall she grasped the rocks and pulled herself up and out. Water cascaded down her model-perfect naked body. She laughed, braced her hands on the rocks above to steady herself. At her back the wall of stone curved in to form the start of a natural cave, this portion of the wide opening protected by the streaming liquid. She let go of the slippery rocks with one hand, ran it over her hair, pushed the wet mass back from her face.

Around her, majestic green ferns and vibrant orchids the color of the gem at her chest framed the falling water. She looked toward him as the cool liquid continued to rush over every inch of her sultry skin. Then she grinned.

“You’re not scared, are you, Tierney?” She slid her foot to the right, to the edge of the moss-covered rock and made a face, pretending to lose her balance. “I could slip and hurt myself. Are you sure you don’t want to come over here and . . . save me?”

That was it. As much as he could take. It was the same wicked challenge she’d been dangling in front of him all week. The same I-want-you, are-you-man-enough-to-come-and-take-me look that had nearly driven him to insanity. His chest constricted, his jeans grew tight. The blood turned to a roar in his ears, so loud it was the only thing he could hear. She expected him to be a gentleman like he’d been last night. But every man had a breaking point, and she’d finally pushed him to his.

“Yer gonna regret making me come get you,” he said in a low voice.

Her eyes flared with victory, and her grin grew wider. “I doubt it.”

“You will.”

Bugs and snakes and crocodiles forgotten, Finn maneuvered his way out onto the rocks. Lauren shifted so she was on the far side of the waterfall, well out of his reach. Knowing he was getting wet one way or the other, Finn kicked off his wet boots, stripped out of his clothes and dropped them and his gun on the rocks. Then he dove.

When he came up for air beneath her, she was laughing. His hand wrapped around her ankle, and he pulled. Her squeal met his ears just before the crash of her body slapping water. Then he didn’t hear anything. He felt and he tasted and he took exactly what he’d wanted since the first moment he’d laid eyes on her.

CHAPTER 7

Maybe teasing the sexy Irishman had been a bad idea.

Finn’s naked body was as hard as the stone in that waterfall, his mouth blistering hot against her own. Lauren pushed away, needing to reach the surface for a breath, but he held her below the water and kissed her harder, until her eyes flew wide and she thought she would pass out.

Finally, he dragged her to the surface. She gasped for air, but he didn’t give her a chance to catch her bearings. He flipped her around so her back was against his chest and the long, lean line of his body was pressed up tight against her own. His arms wrapped around her torso, pinning her in place, his erection pushed against her ass—hard, thick, insistent.

Her heartbeat picked up speed. Desire flooded her veins, mixed with apprehension over this new show of force.

“Is this what you wanted?” he whispered in her ear, his breath hot and sensual sliding over her skin.

“Um—”

His teeth sank into her earlobe, and she moaned, the shot of pain unexpected and at the same time, arousing.

“We seem to have a little trouble in the communication department, Slim. I think it’s time you started listening to me.” He pulled her toward the waterfall. “Grab that rock.”

She did as he said, mostly to keep from drowning. His hand slipped between her legs, and she gasped as he pushed a finger deep inside her.

“That’s right,” he said in her ear. “Yer not in control of this anymore. I am. I told you you’d regret making me come after you. Spread your legs.”

She gasped when a second finger joined the first and he circled her clit with his thumb. His other hand slid up to palm her breast, and his cock found its way into the valley between her cheeks.

This was not the same slow, easy lover she’d been with last night. This was a man who knew what he wanted and was taking it. The thought superheated her blood and was so erotic she softened in his arms without a thought,giving herself over to his wicked touch and tantalizing mouth.

He sucked her earlobe, stroked her deep as he drove her headlong toward the peak. His other hand grazed her nipples, sent shards of electricity to that spot between her legs.

“That’s right, Lauren. Yer gonna come for me. Right here, right now, aren’t you?”

The way he said her name . . . oh . . . She moaned, tipped her head, tried to find his mouth, but he avoided her lips. Instead he bit her neck, circling her skin with his hot, wet tongue.

The feel of his hands, the draw of his lips, that hard cock pressed against her ass . . . it was all too much. Bright light exploded behind her eyes and a shockwave of sensation arced outward from her center.

He didn’t give her time to ride the high of her release before he was pushing her forward in the water. “Climb up on that rock, Slim.”