Gone - Anna Brooks Page 0,16
drops her hips and glances at me before she yanks her nightie top off and cradles her breasts, pushing them up. “Come on me.”
Well, fuck. I can’t say no to that and shove my boxers off as I climb over her. She’s got me so primed it’ll take about ten seconds. I drop an arm so I can get closer to her and kiss her, pumping my dick ferociously. One taste of her mouth and I lose it, growling out her name as I come all over her tits.
She reaches up and grabs the back of my head, holding my mouth to hers while she takes over dominating the kiss as I spiral back down. The twitching of my cock slows, and I hesitantly pull back and discover her Cheshire grin. “Jesus, woman, you tryin’ to kill me?”
“What?”
“Don’t what me.” My touch lingers down her chest between her breasts, circling her nipple and smearing my cum into it. “You knew exactly what you were doing.” She looks away almost embarrassed, and I pinch her nipple. She gasps and gives me her attention again. “What was that face for?”
“Nothing, I just… I want it to be as good for you as it is for me.”
What the fuck? “Izzy, I’ve never had better. Ever.” I hope the immediate response along with my words tell her I’m speaking the truth. “I didn’t even know it could be this good. Trust me. It surpasses everything I could have ever dreamed.”
“Really?”
“Definitely.” I drop a kiss to her nose. “As much as I want to do that again and again and as much as I wish I could stay here all day, unfortunately I can’t. I have to get to work.”
She rocks her head back and forth, appearing just as unhappy as I feel. “I actually do, too. I lied about working the late shift just so you’d stay.”
“Tellin’ you this now, normally, lying would piss me right the fuck off, but it led to the best sex of my life, so I won’t complain this time. And I also need to get up because if I stay here any longer I’m going to fuck you again, and then we’ll both be late for work.”
“Where do you work, anyway?”
“You don’t know?”
Her eyebrows draw together. “No, actually I don’t.”
“I thought it was on all the paperwork I filled out.”
“No, that’s not an option on the forms.”
Huh. I thought she knew all this time. Not like I’m afraid of how she’d react or anything, but I’m kind of hesitant to tell her because of my past history with the reactions I’ve gotten from my family. “I work at Royal Ace Security. I’m a bodyguard.”
Her olive skin turns ghost, and she stares wordlessly.
“You okay?”
“Yeah?” She finally manages to choke out a few words.
“Why are you so surprised?”
She clears her throat and rakes her fingers through her long, black hair and peers down at the imaginary snag she’s picking at. “I guess I’m just shocked.”
I can believe that, I guess. It’s not exactly a profession that people think of a lot.
“So when you go away for work, you’re like, guarding people?”
“Yeah, mostly celebrities, some politicians. We sign NDAs. Otherwise, I’d be more forthcoming with information.”
“Do you like it? Being a bodyguard?”
I shrug. “Yeah. It has its bad days, but I’m good at it, so that makes it easier to actually like.”
“I bet you are,” she teases, with a twinkle in her eyes. “People probably see you and run the other way.”
“My size definitely has its advantages.” I wiggle my eyebrows suggestively.
She blushes and giggles, covering her face. “That was so bad.”
“Speaking of bad. I know what you taste like, I know how wet and slick you get, I know how tight your pretty pussy clamps around me when you come, and I know you’ve got a dirty side that I can’t wait to explore. But I don’t even know your full name.”
My erotic words leave her speechless, but she manages to choke out, “Isabel Reyes.”
I pull her arms away, and she peers up at me, big brown eyes soft and warm. “This wasn’t a onetime thing. You know that, right? Even if you thought it was, I’m telling you now we’re not done.” I don’t think we ever will be.
Izzy
Damien had a bag in his SUV with a change of clothes and toiletries, so I showered while he got all his stuff, and then he went in after me. Getting ready with him was natural. Him being in my space