The Bodyguard (Norcross #4) - Anna Hackett Page 0,53
nodded, sticking a pen behind her ear. “The more I do, the more money I raise for the Victoria Foundation, and the more people we can help. I’m lucky to have amazing staff, like Priya in London. That woman could organize a space invasion.”
Rome walked toward her. “You’re pretty amazing, you know that?”
Sofie blushed. “I think I’m pretty normal. A bit boring, even.”
He leaned down to kiss her. “Not even a little bit.”
She gripped the front of his shirt and hauled him closer. As he deepened the kiss, she moaned. “Now. I need you.”
“Yes,” he growled.
He dragged her off the couch and onto the rug on the floor. Papers rustled. He tore at her clothes and heard something rip.
“Shit, sorry.”
“Don’t care,” she panted.
He needed her, was desperate for her.
“Rome, Rome, Rome,” she chanted.
He kissed her again, thrusting his tongue into her mouth. She made a sexy sound and he savored the taste of her. Desire seared through him.
Finally, he got her naked, that sexy little piercing on her belly winking at him. She tore his shirt open, and then her hands stroked his chest.
Rome fumbled for his wallet. He stopped for a second to admire her, naked, and spread out on his rug.
“Fuck, you are beautiful.”
“Hurry.”
He flicked open his pants. When he pulled his aching cock free, her gaze latched onto it. He opened the wrapper with his teeth and rolled the condom on.
“Rome.”
When he looked up, she’d turned onto her hands and knees.
“Sofia.” His voice was guttural with need. Her beautiful ass was on display.
She looked back at him, face flushed, need stamped on her features.
“Sofie, baby.” He moved in behind her. He ran his hand over her ass, loving how she quivered beneath his touch. He gripped his cock, and rubbed the head through her wet folds. He wanted her so badly and he was having trouble holding it together.
“Rome, please.” She shoved back against him.
And he had no rational thought left.
He shoved forward, thrusting into her.
She cried out.
Damn, she was hot and tight around him. She was perfect. She was everything.
He stayed there for a second, lodged inside her. His fingers dug into her golden skin and he looked over her sweet ass, then lower, right where his cock was embedded inside her.
Sofie moaned. “Move. Please.”
Rome drew back, then rammed in.
Her back arched, her head flew back. “Yes.”
He gripped her hips and found his rhythm. She took every hard thrust, rocking into him. The sound of their flesh slapping together filled the room as he powered into her.
Christ. He couldn’t think, could barely breathe.
There was only Sofie and the sweet, hot pleasure.
Rome slid a hand beneath her and found her clit. He thumbed it and felt her pussy clench on his cock.
“Yes. Please. Yes, Rome.” Her movements turned wild, desperate.
He kept thrusting into her, driving deep.
“Fuck, Sofie.” He felt his orgasm building—huge and big.
“Rome.”
She started coming. Her breathless cries pushed him over the edge.
He rammed deep, hips bucking as he imploded. His low roar filled the room.
Fuck, he loved coming in his Sofie.
She collapsed forward on the rug, panting.
He stroked his hand down her back. He could just sit here and touch her all day. He’d never wanted to just pet and caress a woman before.
She made a contented sound, and he leaned down and kissed her shoulder blade.
“Okay?”
She turned her head. “Rome, I’m awesome. That was exactly what I needed.”
He arched a brow. “You needed to get fucked hard, doggy style, on the floor?”
Her smile widened. “Yes. All these things that I’ve been missing out on.”
The thought of her doing this with anyone else made him want to growl. “I’ll be back.”
He made a quick trip to the bathroom to deal with the condom. When he returned, she was standing in the living room, shrugging into his white shirt.
It swamped her and made her look like a little girl playing dress-up. But those sexy, bare legs reminded him that she wasn’t a girl at all.
Sofie smiled at him, and he stalked over and kissed her.
“I like this look.” She smoothed her hands over his bare chest. “There’s something about a man in suit pants and no shirt.” She kissed his tattoo. “I’m going to freshen up.”
He watched her skip up the stairs to his bedroom.
Yeah, she was totally out of his league, but he didn’t care. He wasn’t giving her up.
He was tidying up some of her papers when there was a knock at the door. He frowned. A quick glance through the peephole made him