The Alpha Bodyguards Books #1-3

Chapter Twenty-Three

I didn’t know what registered first, the warm, calloused hand sliding down my thigh or the masculine breath on my neck. Inhaling, I stretched and opened my eyes, but it was still dark out. I turned my head to glance at the clock on the nightstand, and his fingers caught my chin.

Falcon turned my face toward him. “We have time.” Deep and rough, his voice made gooseflesh race across my skin a second before his lips landed on mine.

Sweet and gentle, he kissed me once, then pulled back.

I turned in his arms to face him. The moonlight cast a soft glow and lit up the sharp, austere angles of his face. Every time I looked at him, he was more handsome.

“Hi,” I whispered.

He didn’t say anything. His thumb swept across my cheek before his hand coasted down my neck and between my breasts. His palm flattened across my belly, and he held his hand there for a moment before he cupped me.

I sucked in a sharp breath.

He frowned. “Sore?”

Was I? I felt like I’d been put through a wringer. Every muscle was stretched and used and yet, his touch made my core hum with a new wave of desire so powerful it ached.

“Maybe a little,” I admitted.

His lips came back down over mine, but this time, he didn’t stop at one kiss. His tongue sought entrance, then he languidly swept through the heat of my mouth, tasting like mint and man. I realized he must have gotten up at some point to brush his teeth, and self-consciousness rolled over me.

I pulled back.

His thick fingers drew through my still wet pussy before one settled on my clit. “What’s wrong?”

I turned my head slightly. “You brushed.” Oh God, his touch felt so good.

He pulled my face back to his. “You taste like sex and sleep and woman.”

I turned away again and started to get up. “I’ll be right back.”

“You’re not going anywhere.” His hand grasped the side of my face. “You taste fucking perfect.” His mouth landed back on mine, and he plunged in.

His hand sank into my hair, and he grasped a handful, angling me into his kiss.

A moan crawled up my chest.

He pushed me to my back, his knee shoved my thigh wide, and he settled between my legs. Grasping himself, he rubbed the head of his cock against my entrance.

I broke the kiss and groaned, forgetting about my tight muscles and slight soreness. “More,” I pleaded.

His eyes on me, his jaw set, his stare fierce like a warrior’s, he slowly, inch by inch, sank inside me.

I couldn’t speak. Sounds escaped my lips, my nails dug in to his biceps and my body stretched to take his fullness. I didn’t want him to move, and he didn’t.

Seated deep inside me, he held perfectly still, watching me.

I didn’t know what dominant meant until I met this man. I didn’t understand how it should feel, one body connecting with another. I didn’t know there was the kind of fucking like we did last night that was so beyond sex, it transcended physical pleasure. And I didn’t know there was this, right now, what he was doing to me. What he was doing to my heart.

“I don’t have words,” I breathed. “I didn’t know just this, you inside me, that it could feel so good.” More than good, he felt right. Like every moment in my life led to this… connection to him. A connection I’d never dreamed existed.

“Lock and key,” he rasped.

His words from last night suddenly made sense. We did fit, exactly like a lock and key. Biting my tongue to keep my emotions in check, I reached up for his face.

He caught my wrist before I could touch him and shoved my arm above my head.

Then he began to move.

Except he didn’t fuck me like last night. His movements fluid and languid, he didn’t go as deep or thrust nearly as hard. His rhythm controlled, his arm holding his body above me just enough so he didn’t crush me, he kissed up my neck as he slowly drove in and out of me.

His touch, his body, his hard length inside me, it didn’t feel good. It felt perfect. So, so perfect that my legs spread wider and his name tumbled from my lips. “ Falcon .”

As if he was savoring me, as if he couldn’t get enough of me, his lips crashed over mine and he growled into my mouth. His hips moved in a sweet, torturously slow grind against my clit, and that was all it took.

I was coming.

But this orgasm was nothing like what he’d done to my body last night.

Wave after wave of pleasure rippled through my core and spread through my body like wildfire. My back bowed, my hands gripped his short hair, and I let out a guttural moan I didn’t know I was capable of.

His thumb replaced his hips on my clit, and he swirled over my sensitive nerves. “That’s it.” He bit my neck just below my ear. “Come hard. Show me how much you like my cock.”

As if he knew my body better than I did, his thumb swirled to the same rhythm as his hips, and a new orgasm chased the last, blindsiding me. “Oh God,” I half cried, half panted. “Falcon, Falcon , I’m coming again.” My feet planted on the bed and my hips thrust up to meet his .

His growl ripped through his chest and he surged.

Two thrusts and his muscles tensed above me. My pussy clenched around his pulsing cock, and his hot seed pumped inside me.

This time, when I started to tremble, it wasn’t from shock. It wasn’t fear. The shudder rippling through my body was release.

Pure, unadulterated release.

And when his mouth covered mine and his tongue started a gentle, savoring, caressing dance as he eased out of me, my heart melted into the palms of his rough hands holding me.