Bodyguard Beast

Hell, what was I thinking of?

“Forget it,” I said, without looking at her. Not when I was on the verge of losing my mind and taking her right here and now. I reached the door and placed my hand on the handle. “Move!”

To my surprise, she slid between me and the door, her gaze boring up into mine. “Who says we’re done? I want to carry on the fight.”

“That was not a fight,” I said as evenly as I could. I wanted to fuck her so bad my dick hurt, but I’d be damned if I let her in on it. “It’s obvious you need urgent and intensive training. Either the person who taught and assessed you as capable of handling yourself was an incompetent fool, or you’ve forgotten all that you’ve learned, which I don’t know how it’s possible. Or worse still, you used the same er … techniques on your instructor you’re using on me into giving you a pass.”

Her eyes widened and as her pupils enlarged too. “Wow. That’s the most I've ever heard you say,” she murmured.

An irreversible accident would absolutely happen if I remained here any longer. “Move!” I growled and tried to grab her arm.

She twisted out of my reach and knocked the edge of her hand against the vital brachial plexus pressure point in my neck.

Pain reverberated through my body as the strength instantly drained from my knees. “Fuck!” I hissed. In a flash, I was the one who was grabbed, and pushed against the door.

Her strength was definitely speed … and distraction. It was too easy for me to constantly let down my guard around her and she took advantage of it every single time.

She had a hand held across my chest, pinning me to the door and her eyes … were sparkling. “I got you,” she said.

My breath hitched in my throat and for very different reasons. I pulled my gaze away, now at the very edge of my limit. “Let go,” I said, the pain beginning to dissipate and other more urgent calls taking its place. I should never have come to her room.

“Will you admit it now? That I can take care of myself?”

I grabbed her wrist to pull her away, but then she shocked me again. She leaned forwards and pressed her entire body against mine. Her breasts were pushed tight against my chest and my cock dug into her stomach.

“You’re hard,” she pointed out. Her gaze was mocking. “And this isn’t the first time, is it? You’re attracted to me.”

It wasn’t a question, but the downright establishment of an incontrovertible fact.

I pushed her away and she staggered backwards. Then I turned around to leave. It was time to request a transfer. There was absolutely no way I could keep working with her now.

Just as I pulled the door open, she said, “Kiss me.”

I froze. I knew I should leave—no, not knew I should leave, but every intuitive cell in my body screamed for me to fucking leave right away, but I was frozen. I couldn’t move a muscle.

Seconds passed between us. Then I heard a sound behind me. A whisper. Silk on skin.

She really knew how to play dirty. I couldn’t help myself. Like a condemned man who stares out of his cell window at the noose he will wear in the morning, I turned around and—watched as the straps to her night gown slipped down her arm. The material shimmied down along her torso and her breasts were fully revealed.

My heart slammed into my chest.

Her breasts were much, much more beautiful than I could have imagined. I gazed, completely stunned at those full heavy mounds and the pale pink nipples. My cock swelled, my fingers itched to feel them, and my mouth begged to taste them. Without thinking, I shut the door and said the stupidest thing I’d ever uttered, “That’s out of line.”

Supremely confident, she cocked her head to the side, and stepped towards me.

I couldn’t move. I felt as though I’d been drugged.

“Are you saying that to me or yourself?” she asked, and then her hands covered her breasts.

I watched, mesmerized as her fingers caressed the soft fleshy mounds. Whatever I’d been about to say fled from my mind. She closed the distance between us and I stood frozen and utterly powerless.

“All I'm asking for is a kiss,” she whispered breathlessly, as her bare breasts pressed against me.

Heat washed through me.

She lifted her hand, slowly and carefully, rightly aware she was now before a lit fuse. I’d never in my life been so turned on by a woman, and the realization astonished me. I felt more excitement in these unbearably long moments of anticipation than when I’d been ramming hard into a woman.

She placed her splayed palm over my heart. When she felt its rapid, erratic rhythm, she smiled and licked her lips. With her gaze fully locked on me her hand began to tease its way down my torso.