Chapter Twelve
Hayes
Icould smell her arousal. The ghost of her skin under my palms was making them tingle when Luna dropped to her knees in front of me. My cock ached where it was trapped in my jeans. Luna reached out, popped the button, and lowered the zipper.
She hummed a sound of approval in her throat, then ran her finger over my hardened length.
“Jesus.” I let my head fall back, focusing on the sensation of her tugging my jeans lower and pulling out my hard cock. She took me in her hand, and I looked down, seeing her on her knees, face still flushed from her orgasm. My brain wanted to go off-line and just enjoy.
But I couldn’t, not when she was the one at stake.
She wasn’t just anyone. Her touch didn’t feel like other times I’ve had a woman on her knees for me. This woman could ruin me, and then I would ruin everything.
I pulled my hips back so my dick fell from her grasp before she could get her lips around it.
Every nerve in my body screamed in protest.
She looked up at me with something resembling hurt in her eyes.
“Getting you off was one thing, but if you got your mouth on me, fuck, I wouldn’t know what was happening around me. I can’t be that distracted. I can’t let my guard down.” I hated the fear that leached into my voice.
I moved to tuck myself away, as much as it hurt, but she stopped me with a hand on my wrist.
“There’s no way being that hard isn’t a distraction, and there is only one way to fix it.”
My brow furrowed, then she took my hand in hers, wrapped it around my length, and moved us so I was giving myself a strong stroke. “Fuck.” It was only my dry hand, but it felt good, and precum started leaking from the tip.
As we picked up a rhythm, Luna moved her remaining strap down her shoulder, exposing her bare breasts to me. They were gorgeous, just like the rest of her. Pale, smooth skin accented by perked rose nipples.
“Luna—”
She moved her hand faster over mine, and I could feel my orgasm starting to build.
“Do it, Hayes. Even if you only mean it in the moment, mark me and make me yours.”
“Shit.” This was a bad idea, and I knew it, but that didn’t stop our combined hands from flying over my skin, yanking me hard and fast. Luna ran her other hand over her bare chest, and I didn’t dare look away.
“Fuck, yes, tease your nipples until I come.”
She made a sound in her throat and did as I asked, pulling at the peaks.
Heat built at the base of my spine, and my thighs strained.
My vision narrowed to the woman in front of me.
Everything else seemed fuzzy and fake. I felt like I’d been edged for a week, and in an embarrassingly short amount of time, my balls drew up tight and rope after rope of cum shot from the end of my dick, dripping over my fingers and landing on Luna where she knelt before me.
I knew she wrote some spicy stuff. I wasn’t sure whether that translated to real life. Clearly, I had underestimated her. As my release hit her bare skin, she closed her eyes and bit her lip as if my pleasure was making her horny all over again.
When the last tremor had stopped, I sank to my knees in front of Luna and kissed her. The urgency was gone, so it was just my lips on hers. I pulled her against my chest, not caring that cum was smearing over my shirt.
I shouldn’t have done that.
I had crossed a line I had never even approached before. I couldn’t regret it, though. It had felt too right, too real. I was fighting a losing battle and having a hard time caring.
Her skin started to cool under my hands, and I pulled back. I tugged my shirt over my head and used it to wipe her skin clean of my release, trying to focus on the task at hand and not get distracted by her bare skin.
Every muscle in my body was tired, and my limbs felt heavy. Under different circumstances, I’d pull her into the shower with me. We’d get clean, then dirty, then clean again before falling asleep in each other’s arms. Instead, I pushed myself to my feet and held out my hand to help her up.
She licked her lips, looking into my face for some clue as to what this all meant, and I couldn’t give her the answer she wanted.
The more I crossed the line with her, the more I cared about her, the more important it was to keep her safe.
That meant keeping my distance. Something I was getting worse at every day. “We should get some sleep,” I said.
A flicker of hurt crossed her face. She folded her arms over her bare chest and nodded. “Night.”
I watched her go back to her room, into the bathroom and shut the door.
The click of the lock told me everything I needed to know.
I had fucked this up. I couldn’t be her bodyguard and her something more.
We only had a few more days as bodyguard and client, but that didn’t matter if I pushed her away before we reached the end of the conference.
I had to protect her heart and her safety, and hell if I knew how to do both at once.