The Bodyguard (Norcross #4) - Anna Hackett Page 0,39
one hand down her belly.
Her clit was swollen. With each rub, she felt the flex of his stomach muscles as he thrust up inside her.
“Oh.” Electricity skated through her. “Rome, I’m…”
“Can feel your sweet pussy squeezing me. Fuck. Come, Sofie.”
Her orgasm hit. She screamed. She might have begged. Pleasure was a hot rush, her body shaking wildly.
Rome’s hold on her ass turned bruising. He pumped up into her, once, twice.
“Sofie…fuck.”
His big body arched beneath her, his cock pulsing inside her. His face twisted as he came.
Chapter Eleven
Breathing heavily, Rome tried to get his brain functioning.
He’d wanted Sofie—wanted to claim her, tie her to him. Mixed with the volatile emotions of the night, it had been hotter and rougher than he’d intended.
Hell, she was a princess. First, he’d mauled her in a hotel closet, then he’d come in here and fucked her hard.
Rome hadn’t expected to lose any semblance of control. To be swept up in his own clawing needs.
She was sprawled over him, face hidden by her cloud of strawberry-blonde hair. His cock was still inside her, and he felt tremors running through her.
He slid his hand up her back, feeling the delicate knobs of her spine. Jeez, she was so finely made, and he’d taken her hard.
Had he hurt her?
“Sofie?”
“Mmm.” She stirred a little.
“You okay?”
She lifted her head, her eyes dazed, a little smile on her face.
Something inside him eased.
“Okay doesn’t come close to describing how I feel right now,” she said.
She’d matched him in bed, meeting every kiss, caress and stroke with her own. And as his worry cleared, he remembered her begging him, her husky cries.
Right now, her face was flushed with pleasure, her hair tangled, and she’d never looked more beautiful.
He fingered the strands of her hair. “I was rough.”
“I know.” She shivered. “I hope you will be again.”
Rome shook his head. “You never do what I expect.”
He certainly never expected her to be an infamous international jewel thief.
She sat up, straddling him, her pretty breasts snagging his gaze. She ran her hands over his chest. She was staring at his tattoo, fascination on her face.
“Roll off, beautiful. I need to deal with this condom.”
She shifted to the side.
He strode straight into the bathroom and was back as fast as he could. Sofie was lying on the bed, smiling.
Hell, she was glowing.
There was no way he would regret breaking his own rules to be with her.
Her chin lifted. “I’m guessing you’ve changed your mind about me needing a boring, proper prince—”
Rome flicked the sheet off her body, gripped her ankles and yanked her to the edge of the bed.
She let out a squeal.
He pressed his hands on either side of her body, their faces inches apart.
“Those princes lost out. They were too slow to realize what a sexy beauty they had right under their noses. Too bad for them. Their loss,” he nibbled her lips, “is my gain.”
“No one’s ever wanted me the way you do,” she whispered.
“Then all men are idiots.” He pressed his lips to her jaw and she arched into him.
“You really want me. It wasn’t polite, or nice, or elegant.” Her smile widened. “It was hard and rough.”
Shit, she brought him to his knees. Rome lay back on the bed, pulling her close.
Sofie propped herself up on one arm, eyeing his chest again.
“You need something, Sofie?”
She licked her lips. “Your body is so… I want to explore.”
He shoved a pillow under his head. “Have at it, beautiful. But be warned, I only had one condom in my wallet. I’ve got more, but they’re in my bag downstairs.”
“Okay.” She pressed into his side. She stroked a hand over his pecs, over his tattoo, tracing the lines. She toyed with his nipple.
She was totally absorbed and he loved the way she looked at him. She spread her hands over his abs, and stroked down his thighs.
His cock twitched, already hardening.
She made a sexy little sound. Those elegant fingers circled his cock.
Shit. His hips jerked.
She smiled and stroked. Tightening her grip, she took her time, exploring and experimenting. She leaned over him, the curtain of her pink-gold hair blocking his view of her face.
He groaned. “Put your mouth on me, beautiful.”
She eagerly closed her mouth over his cock.
Rome locked his muscles. She licked, that pink tongue so damn sweet.
“That’s my greedy princess.”
She looked up at him, her eyes blazing.
It was a hell of a picture. He almost came.
She shifted, and he realized she had one hand between her legs.
“You working your clit, beautiful?”
She nodded, her