The Bodyguard (Norcross #4) - Anna Hackett Page 0,33

liquid soap that smelled fresh and sweet onto his palm. He smoothed it over her shoulders, and down her arms. She leaned back against him, her eyes closing and her lips parting.

Rome cupped her breasts. Hell. He let out a shuddering breath. Her breasts fit perfectly in his hands and she pushed into him. He played with her nipples until they were hard and beaded.

Then he let one hand slide down her belly, and she undulated against him.

“Yes. Please, Rome.” Her eyes opened.

“You’re so beautiful, Sofie.” Every part of her was beautiful.

He let his hand go lower and dip between her thighs. He toyed with the strip of curls he found.

“Oh, God.” She clamped a hand on his wrist.

“You feel so soft. I bet you’re sweet.”

Sofie made a hungry, inarticulate sound. She rubbed against his hand.

“What does my sexy princess need?”

“You.” She moaned. “Please. Touch me.”

He parted her folds and slid a finger inside her.

She cried out.

Damn, she was tight. He stroked her, loving her wild, abandoned moves. Soon she was riding his hand. His thumb found her clit and her husky cries filled his ears.

Need was a wild sensation riding him hard.

He needed to taste her. Was desperate for it.

He withdrew his hand and shut off the shower.

“No,” she cried.

He scooped her up and swallowed her gasp with his mouth. Still wet, he strode into the bedroom and lay her on the bed, so just the lower parts of her legs hung over the edge.

“Rome?”

When she tried to sit up, he pushed her back down and knelt by the edge of the bed. He pushed her thighs apart and she quivered.

“There’s that sexy, little shiver. Drives me crazy.” He stroked her thighs, dropping gentle kisses on her bruises. “I knew you’d be pretty.”

Then he slid his hands under her curvy ass and lifted her to his mouth.

Her cry filled the room.

Rome used his lips, tongue, and teeth, reading every little move and moan she made to find what she liked best.

She tasted like spicy honey, and he licked harder, pulling the taste of her in.

“Rome.” A moan. “You’re so good at this.” Her body tensed, twisting in his hold.

He plunged his tongue into her, tightening his grip to hold her in place. Then he moved his tongue back to her clit.

“It’s… Oh… Rome!” Her back arched, thrusting her into his hold.

As she shuddered through her orgasm, he watched her, absorbing every detail.

When she dropped back on the bed, panting, little aftershocks made her twitch. She smiled. “I’m feeling very warm now.” Her gaze skimmed down his body. “Are you—?”

He slid his hands up her thighs. “I’m not going to fuck you.”

Her face fell.

“Not now.” He kissed her. “You’ve had a rough afternoon. You’re hurt—”

“I’m fine. Really.”

He smoothed her damp hair back. “When you finally take my cock, Sofie, it won’t be rushed, with my boss waiting downstairs.”

“Oh.”

Rome gripped her chin. “I can’t wait to watch your pretty face when I sink inside you.”

She squirmed. “I look forward to it.”

He smiled. “Get dressed. Ryder will be here to treat your grazes soon.”

As Sofie dressed, her body was still tingling. She grinned.

Somehow the worst afternoon of her life had turned into the best.

Rome wasn’t holding back anymore. She shivered and pulled on some loose trousers and a tank top. What he’d done to her… She closed her eyes and smiled.

She pulled her hair up in a simple ponytail. Her scrapes stung and she winced. Her feet were a little cut up, too, but she’d had worse.

She headed downstairs, the murmur of deep male voices growing in volume as she approached.

When she entered the kitchen, she stopped in the doorway to appreciate the view.

Rome’s broad back was to her, but still made her pulse leap. He’d changed into dry clothes, and was wearing a white shirt and another set of black pants. She’d seen all the hard, defined muscles hidden under his clothes. And that fascinating tribal-like tattoo on his chest. Her gaze ran up over his close-cropped hair.

Vander looked dark and dangerous as always. His pitch-black hair was damp, and he leaned against the kitchen island, his rugged face set in hard lines.

The third man was rough and sexy, a bad boy designed to lure good girls into dark corners.

He lifted his head.

Yikes. The Universe help whoever caught this man’s eye. His light-brown hair was shaggy, his jaw covered in dangerous scruff, and his green eyes promised pure sin. He had a long, powerful body clad in jeans and a tight,