She leaned her head back and arched her spine—a silent plea for more. His hands obeyed and ran up her sides. But this time, he didn’t brush past her breasts. His fingers glided around the front of her tank top and teased her nipples through her clothes.
Stupid, stupid sports bra!
He pulled back from her neck and stared down at her chest. And she opened her eyes, her lips parted, her body on fire with need. He cupped her breasts in his palms and tested the weight through the layers of clothing.
Oh God, yes…more…
Could she come just like this? Fully clothed? With his hands on her breasts, her hips rocking back and forth against his thigh? Probably not. But she was willing to give it a shot.
He looked up, his brow furrowed, and his hands abandoned her breasts in favor of her hips. His tight grip stilled he
r needy movements.
I certainly can’t come like this.
“I think we’re moving on to a different type of lesson,” he said. The sound of his low voice rivaled his touch, and she reconsidered her impending orgasm.
“I’m on familiar ground here. Aside from the other night, it’s been a while. A long, long while—”
He gave a growl of approval as if he liked the idea that she’d been waiting for him. Her lips curled up, and she reached for the hem of his gray Navy T-shirt and drew it up to take a peek at his abs.
“But I think I remember,” she added, lifting his shirt still higher.
He released her hips and caught her wrists in his hands. The T-shirt was playing peek-a-boo with his pecs, and she wanted to see more.
“We shouldn’t,” he said. “I work for you.”
She met his concerned gaze. “I promise I won’t fire you for a sub-par performance.”
He raised an eyebrow, and she knew he’d take the bait. “Honey, if we do this, you’ll walk out of this room satisfied.”
Keep looking at me like that, and I might explode from anticipation.
“If you don’t curl up on my bed and pass out,” he continued. “But—”
“No buts,” she said. “You’ve already given me an orgasm that left me more relaxed than I’ve been in a long, long time. Let’s see if I can return the favor.”
He released her wrists. A lock of his dark, wavy hair fell down over his forehead as he leaned closer. His hands cupped her jaw, mimicking her earlier movements, as his fingers wove through her hair, still bound in a ponytail. He lowered his mouth to hers and captured her lips.
And this time, he didn’t start slowly. He instantly deepened the kiss. He wasn’t holding anything back. This wasn’t part of the show. No one was watching.
Just me and my Navy SEAL…
Her tongue tangled with his, and she reached for the button on his jeans. Her fingers worked quickly and then moved on to the zipper and drew it down. Resisting the urge to reach inside, she returned to his waistband and pushed his pants down to his thighs.
Her hand touched cotton, and she groaned into his kiss. She’d hoped he would be commando beneath his jeans. Instead, she had one more layer to contend with before she had him naked and at her mercy. The longer it took to strip off his clothes, the more opportunities he’d have to offer up another excuse. And some might hit too close to home.
She could ignore the fact that he worked for her. They were consenting adults, weren’t they? But if she thought too long about the fact that her career demanded traveling from one city to the next while his involved fighting in places that weren’t exactly known for their love of country music…
One night. A treat for herself with a man who would be walking out of her life the next day—that was one thing. But fooling around a second time with the bodyguard who would be spending the next week or two on tour with her?
Might be a bad idea…
She pulled back from the kiss, hooked her thumbs in the elastic band of his white briefs, and pulled them down, down, down. She sank to the floor, and her knees pressed into the hotel room carpet.
Oh, wow. I was wrong. This is a very good plan.
She’d never have another man like this at her mercy, in her room.