The Bodyguard Affair
ChapterFifteen
The hurricane that was Sam dragged her toward the master bedroom, only taking a break between kisses to tear off Bianca’s tank top, exposing her breasts to the cool air. Somewhere in the hallway, Sam ripped off her leather jacket and pulled her own shirt over her head. But the sports bra she wore wasn’t coming off anytime soon. Sam’s attention was fixed on Bianca’s hard nipples and flushed chest as she pinned her to the wall, grasping her breasts, sucking her skin until Bianca couldn’t help but cry out.
It’s like she’s made of solid muscle. While Sam’s leather jacket was sexy enough to get Bianca’s motor purring, these tonedbiceps? The firm abs? I’m dead. That’s the only explanation. I’ve died and gone straight to heaven, a carnal, sinful heaven. The fact Sam was strong enough to pull Bianca’s legs around her own waist was simply…
Bliss. Pure, unbridled bliss.
“I knew you wanted me,” Bianca whispered when she could finally breathe again.
But her relief didn’t last. Because Sam showed no mercy to her exposed throat, her bare shoulders and breasts. Sam’s hips were the only things keeping Bianca pinned against the wall. As their hands met above their heads, Bianca almost passed out in the thrill of the moment.
“What took you so long?” she taunted.
A growl rose from Sam’s chest. “I have too much self-control for my own good.”
“Well, hurry up and lose it already.”
Sam backed away, dropping Bianca’s feet to the floor. “First, tell me how you like it. Hard and firm, or sweet and slow?”
Like that’s even a question.“Hard and firm. No holds barred.”
“Are you sure about that? Because I don’t do things gently.”
“And that’s exactly how I like it. I’m not the porcelain doll everyone thinks I am. You can’t break me.” Bianca placed her palm on the center of her bodyguard’s chest and rose to her tiptoes to speak in Sam’s ear. “But I’d love to see you try.”
Sam grabbed Bianca’s hand, prying it from her chest. “If we’re going to do this, we’re doing it my way. You’ve got a thing or two to learn.”
“Can’t say I was ever the best student in school.”
“You will be when I’m done with you.”
“In that case…” With her eyes still glued on Sam, Bianca pulled down her sweatpants and kicked them off, her gaze only faltering as she disconnected her insulin pump. “I think it’s best if I lose this thing for an hour.”
“Is that okay?”
“Oh, I’ll live without it for a little while.” The pump was the only thing Bianca gingerly placed on a nearby chair. All her clothes had ended up in a crumpled mess on the floor. “Not sure I’ll live through you, though.”
“Just be careful. I’m not explaining to your mother that you ended up in the hospital because I fucked you until you passed out.”
“You’re not explaining any of this to my mother! She would kill me.”
“I wouldn’t let that happen. And I sure as hell wouldn’t let someone else punish you for your naughty behavior.” She gave Bianca a look that sent a shiver down the length of her back and neck. “That’s my job.”
Where this demon of debauchery had come from, Bianca had no idea. But she liked where this was going. “Then what are you waiting for?”
No sooner had the words left her lips than she was swept up into a pair of irresistibly strong arms. Holy. Shit. Bianca had never been carried in her adult life. Certainly not by a woman who was taking her to bed.
She held on for dear life as she was transported across the bedroom and tossed onto the middle of the bed. The landing was soft enough to not leave her winded, but she still felt breathless.
“You need a safeword,” Sam said. “That’s a word for you to use if—”
Bianca rolled her eyes. “I know what a safeword is, Sam. I might not be the most experienced, but I know what I like.”
“Then what’s your safeword?”
Bianca thought for a moment. “It’s… tofu.” Screaming that in the middle of sex would stop things in their tracks one way or the other. “Are you happy? Will you hurry up and fuck me now?”
Instead, Sam seized her by the hips, dragged her across the bed, and flipped her onto her stomach. Bianca grabbed at the nearest pillow, holding on as if it could keep her from being swept away in Sam’s current.