The Bodyguard

Chapter 12

When he starts to wash the dishes, I make one last effort. "Is that a gun in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?" I snatch the gun from his holster when he angrily spins around to grab me.

Guess it didn't work. Dropping the gun, I loosen myself from his grip and wash my plate. There was no point in trying again. As I walked out to the living room, I felt him looking at me. Just ignore him, Charlotte. Frustrated, I go into the bedroom and sit on the bed. You're a grown ass woman, stop pouting like a child. He clearly has no interest in me.

As I stand up to go into the bathroom, she hears his footsteps and turns her back. "Look, I'm sorry."

I shrugged, not able to face him. "Don't be. I'm..." Before I could even finish my sentence, he walked up to me and pinned my body up against the wall. He was inches from her face, showing the complete lust in his face. He doesn't want to make the first move.

Without giving it a second thought, I close the gap and press my lips against his. What I hadn't prepared for, were the fireworks that sparked when my lips met his. I wanted more, so much more. Our lips felt in sync as he takes control and bites my lower lip, causing a moan to escape from my lips. His hands slide down to my hips and pulls me even closer. Fire shoots through my veins when his tongue tangles with mine. I want more, much more.

As if reading my mind, his arms reach down to grip beneath my thighs. He presses me up against the wall even harder and wraps my legs to straddle his waist. He grinds into my hips as his hands tighten beneath my thighs.

I can feel his erection pressed up against me, and the want of him stifles a loud moan that escapes my mouth. "Please, Jamie..." My tone sounds desperate, but he pays no mind. If anything, it seems to turn him on even more. He moans and the sound is a direct line to my aching body. I gasp as his lips leave mine and travel across my jawline. As he sucks his way down my neck, the slight stubble from his beard runs against my skin. A shudder wracks through me and I grab onto his shoulders using my nails to pull him closer.

"Holy shit Charlotte. You feel so fucking good." His words make my body ache even more for him. I feel his hand up my shirt until it's unhooking my bra.

"Please..."

"Please what?" His whisper is dark and seductive, and I can't help but feel surprised at the way my body reacts. I've never had a man taken control of me the way he is. I never expected to actually beg him to touch me.

"My body is aching for you, touch me please." His fingers tease me by brushing against my skin right above my pants. He slowly inch by inch reaches the waistline of my underwear.