Chapter Four #2
I smile at that, and as the conversation shifts to work, I feel some of the tension in my shoulders melt away.
I am in a much better mood when I head up to the room, which lasts all of ten seconds as I walk in to see Arianna standing in the center of the room in only a towel, her hair wet from the bath.
The towel is so fucking small that it leaves very little to the imagination.
And just like that, my cock hardens in my sweats.
Fuck!
It’s so tempting to storm over to her and tug that towel off her. I’m a weak man, so it wouldn’t take much convincing to lick those water droplets off her, trailing my mouth over her skin and dragging my tongue over every inch until she’s wet from more than just water and trembling for me.
Mine!
The word is so possessive—so fucking feral as it echoes in my head that I make myself head into the bathroom without a word.
The need to touch her is so fucking strong.
I strip out of my gym clothes and step into the shower, but goddamn, it smells like her.
Her shampoo and her soap are so strong that my cock throbs, aching for relief just from the scent of her.
I opt for cold water, turning on the faucet and hoping to ignore the throbbing flesh between my legs.
When I come out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around my midsection, I feel more in control of myself.
That is, until I spot Arianna, now in pajama shorts and a sleep shirt, lying on the bed on her stomach, eyes locked on the screen of her laptop.
She looks up when she hears me, and it doesn’t fucking help matters—the way her eyes trail down my chest and stop at my thickening cock before quickly looking away.
I’ve never been this undone with a woman before.
I’m the most sociable of my two siblings and have always had an easy time with the ladies, even before I could grow a beard.
To be fair, I’ve never wanted anyone as much as I want Arianna.
And the thing is, I can’t tell what it is about her that drives me this crazy.
Is it her smile, the way those eyes light up when she talks about her sister and her interests?
Or maybe it’s that stubborn mind and that body made to send men to their knees?
I manage to slide into a pair of sweatpants without exposing too much before turning toward Arianna.
“How’s the editing?” I start, scrambling for something to help with the awkwardness between us. “Any negative comments lately?”
“Nope,” she says, closing her laptop and turning to face me. I note the pretty blush on her face when she realizes I’m still half naked. “I don’t want to talk about me. Tonight, let’s talk about you.”
“What do you want to know?” I ask, walking to one of the armchairs in the room.
“How did you become a bodyguard?”
“Family business,” I chuckle. “My father founded the O’Shea security firm and somehow we all ended up working for him and then running things after his retirement.”
“Yeah, I knew that,” she says, sitting up and I try to ignore the way her nipples press against the shirt’s material. “I know Roarke was in a special unit in the military and Fiona is a tech whiz, but…what about you?”
“Aaah, you want to know if I can protect you?”
“Yes,” she says, making me laugh. “I mean, what if someone comes after me and you need to fight them off?”
“Well then, Miss Marino, let me put your mind at rest. I can indeed fight. Even better than Roarke, who was in the military and spent the majority of his time in active war zones,” I tell her.
“My brother is more of a weapons expert who’s never missed a shot a day in his life, and I am good with my hands. ”
The statement prompts her eyes to drop to my lap, where my hands are folded. I note the flush on her cheeks deepen to cherry red. “Um, how did you get so good?”
I went pro in MMA—fought for five years before an injury ended my career. But I’ve trained in martial arts since I could walk.”
“MMA? Really?” She bounces on the bed and sits on her knees, watching me as if she’s found something fascinating. “Like UFC stuff? That’s actually really cool.”
“It was a good run while it lasted,” I tell her. The injury still stings when I think about it too long—some drunk driver running a red light and ending everything I’d worked for. But that’s not a story for tonight.
“Your family is so cool,” she beams, and it does something to me, seeing her without the worry that’s been plaguing her all day. “Can you teach me some moves?”
My blood fires up at her words. “Teach you?” I ask, taking in the clothes she’s wearing and how little of her they cover. “You don’t want me touching you, Arianna.”
“Why? Are you scared you’ll hurt me?”
“Quite the opposite,” I say, getting up despite myself and walking closer to the bed.
Arianna gets on her knees on the bed to face me, such a perfect position for her to give me a blow job.
It’s so fucking tempting to slide my hands into her hair and pull her toward my straining cock.
I clear my throat and force the thoughts away as they come.
“I’ll show you a move that doesn’t require much contact. ”
“Okay,” she chirps, smiling at me as she climbs off the bed. I demonstrate a basic stance: feet shoulder-width apart and slightly bent, hands up, ready to block. I guide her into position, careful not to touch her, before moving to her side to demonstrate the moves.
“This is how you block if someone swings at you—and if they grab you, here’s how you break the hold,” I say, moving slowly so she can mirror me.
I chuckle when she stumbles a bit, so I move behind her to correct her stance, guiding her arms and showing her how to protect her face from an attack.
I groan when she stumbles back again, the move pressing her pert ass against my throbbing cock. “Fuck!”
“Sorry,” she whispers shyly, but the words barely register.
My pulse is racing, and I find that I can’t resist the urge to lean down and smell her hair, breathing deep.
She smells like strawberries, so fucking edible.
Fuck, now I want her on her back on that bed, thighs spread and that supple ass in my palms as I eat her out, lapping at her juices until she forgets her own name.
Move away.
I need to create some fucking distance between Arianna and me, but I find my hand traveling up her hips before I can control myself.
My breathing is broken as I lean into her, pressing my nose against her hair.
“You don’t need to learn self-defense, Arianna,” I rasp into her hair, trailing my hands up her hips and stomach.
She whimpers needily when I palm her tits, brushing the little points of her nipples with my thumbs.
“What use is there to learn to protect yourself when I’m here? ”
“What about when you’re not?” she whispers, arching into my touch.
“I’ll always stand between you and danger, a rún,” I assure her, nudging her hair aside before dropping a kiss on her bare neck.
“You don’t need to worry about someone getting close to you when I’m around.
” My hand coasts back down, and she whimpers when I slide it into her shorts and slip my index finger between her soft folds, slick with arousal. “Fuck, you’re wet!”
“Conor,” she moans with a sharp intake of breath, and I don’t need to see her face to tell that she’s blushing.
“Your pussy is practically dripping,” I rasp into her ear, knuckling her pussy gently and making her whimper. “How long have you been wet for me, a rún?”
“I…what does that mean?” she hisses, rubbing her ass against me when I tease her swelling bud.
“A rún?” I turn her around to face me, keeping my hand in her sleeping shorts and teasing her clit.
“It’s Gaelic for a ton of things.” I lean down and brush my lips over hers, pushing back when she leans in.
“It means my precious,” I rasp against her mouth, drawing circles around her clit and making her moan. “It also means my treasure…my secret.”
“And am I?”
“Oh, you’re all of those things, Arianna Marino.”
Her mouth opens up for me with a needy whine when I claim her lips, her hands gripping my shoulders as she rises on her tiptoes.
I was curious what the stubborn Marino would look like aroused, but I’m not prepared for just how much I react to her need.
How wild the need to touch her drives me. And now, I can’t stop.
I can’t stop touching her…kissing her.
The taste of her lips makes me crave more.
The way she responds to me sends my cock hardening in pure agony, and I can’t wait any longer.
I’ve been nursing blue balls since we started this trip, and fuck, I want to come—I want her to come with me.
To share in this madness that only she seems to draw out of me.
“I want you,” I say hoarsely, rubbing her clit harder as I break the kiss and trail my mouth down her jaw.
I drag my tongue down the curve of her throat, losing my damn mind in the scent and taste of her.
I groan when I tongue her racing pulse. “Fuck baby, you have no idea just how much I need to be inside of you.” I’m mad for it.
“Christ,” she whimpers, tilting her head to the side and giving me more access to her.
My cock is aching fiercely as I drag my open mouth down her body, pushing up her T-shirt to reveal her perfect tits.
I suction my mouth hungrily over a nipple, making her back bow and her cries echo in the room.
She’s so fucking beautiful, so perfect in the way the velvet of her skin feels against my tongue.
Even more arousing are the sounds she makes as I suck and lick her nipples, shifting my focus between the two.
“Oh God, Conor!”
“I’m just getting started, baby,” I say, pulling back. I nudge her gently to sit on the foot of the bed before dropping to my knees.
“What are you doing?” she whispers, eyes going wide when I grab the waistband of her shorts and tug them down her hips. “Conor.”
“I’m going to eat you out, Ari,” I say hoarsely, eyes locked on hers as I toss her shorts aside.
“And you’re going to be a good girl and let me.
” A shiver courses through her when I nudge her thighs open, and I break eye contact to look at her pussy, all pink and wet, glistening with arousal.
For me. Because of me. The need to possess and make this stubborn girl mine is overwhelming, and now, I can’t separate the bodyguard from the man anymore. Not when they both want her.
Mine.
The word echoes in my head when I lean in and kiss her inner thighs, groaning when I catch the sweet scent of her arousal, so goddamned intoxicating. With a growl, I push forward and drag my tongue along her slit, sliding through her wet flesh and gathering the sweet and tangy taste of her arousal.
Fuuuuuck!
Something breaks in me. The little shaky wall that kept reminding me of how much of a bad idea it is to touch my client crumbles into dust, and all reservations break. I’m a man, hungry for the taste of a woman he should know better than to want but can’t stop—won’t stop.
Mine!
I grip her hips and bury my face in her pussy.
I lave my tongue over it and worship it—worship her.
Her moans and cries barely register in my head as I seek more of her intoxicating taste, losing myself in the soft feel of her.
Arianna writhes on the bed, hips rising to chase my hungry tongue.
But I want more. I want to drive her crazy.
Her cries grow louder when I reach up and knead her tits, pinching the swollen nipples between my knuckles and tugging gently.
“Oh God…Conor. Yes, oh…I can’t,” she sobs, sliding her fingers into my hair and tugging hard, making my own aching cock demand to be in her wet heat now.
Her stomach shudders when I flick her little swollen bud with my tongue, her drenched core painting my face with arousal. She’s close—I can tell by the way her thighs begin to tremble, and her breath catches in her throat.
“Let go for me, a rún.”
“I can’t,” she sobs, her fingers tightening in my hair. “It’s too much. I can’t!”
“Do it!” I growl, wrapping my mouth around her clit and sucking just as I pinch her nipples between my fingers, making her scream.
She thrashes on the bed, her hips flexing and pussy pulsing under my tongue.
I lick her through the waves of pleasure, lapping at her trembling flesh until she’s a trembling mess, sobbing and shaking.
I watch her through it, taking in every reaction she makes and filing it into my memory. And heavens, she’s quite the sight to behold. Every flushed inch of her.
And I want her.
Christ, I want to be inside of her, but I don’t believe I’ll last more than a couple of seconds in that tight pussy.
I pull down her legs and surge up her body, eyes locked on hers as I tug down my sweatpants, groaning as I take my hard cock into my palm.
I drag my eyes over her sexy body, taking her in as I stroke my cock, faster and harder.
The taste of her clings to my senses, pulling me closer to the edge, and I realize that I’m not going to last long.
“Conor,” she whispers, blinking up at me as I stroke my cock. “Can I help?”
Maybe it’s the way she says it or how she’s looking at me when she does—all naked and vulnerable.
Or perhaps it’s a combination of both, but it sends me over the edge.
I climax with a roar, head thrown back, muscles straining as I spill all over her stomach and chest, painting that soft skin with my cum.
I growl as I stroke my cock through the orgasm, milking it with my fist until there’s nothing left. ”
“Fuck!” I hiss, taking in the beauty watching me, feeling more relaxed than I have since we started the trip. Arianna looks so fucking sexy wearing my cum all over her, and I would let her wear it longer if I could help it, but I need to clean her up.
“Are you okay?” I ask, brushing my thumb over her rosy cheek.
“Yeah,” she says, blushing fiercely when I lean down and press a kiss over her breast. I chuckle and climb off her, tucking my cock back in my sweatpants before heading to the bathroom where I grab a wet towel and bring it back to clean her up.
I dispose of the towel and join her back in bed, pulling her under the covers with me. I don’t hesitate to pull her close.
“Rest now, a rún,” I whisper, brushing my lips over her forehead. “Tomorrow, you’ll tell me what it is that’s bothering you.”
Arianna tenses against me for a second but quickly relaxes and leans into my touch when I rub a hand down her back.
“Goodnight, Conor.”