HER BODYGUARD

She stroked the stubble rough side of his face and whispered softly, in a voice of purest temptation, “Why not go ahead with it? Why not do what neither of us can stop wanting to do, just one time?” she said softly.

He knew exactly how he should respond to those dangerous questions. He needed to take her by the shoulders and put her gently but firmly away from him. But instead, he muttered in a rough, choked growl, “It would be… wrong. We are not supposed to”

She used the backs of her fingers to stroke the close clipped hair at his temples. “I don’t care, Asher.” she said. “I really don’t care if it’s wrong. I only want one good thing to remember about tonight, one sweet, naughty secret to make it… not quite so awful. I thoroughly understand that it’s never going to be, between you and me. That we are different and maybe not even compatible”

He tried to speak.

She put her soft hand between them and covered his mouth with her palm. “Shh. Not finished.” She said,

He gulped and nodded. She took her hand away and brought her lips close to his once more. “But tonight, well, it’s all been a complete and utter disaster. And now, here we are, waiting for the storm to end so that we can go back to our lives… Our different lives, waiting for the morning, keeping each other warm. And I say that now, tonight, is the only opportunity we are ever going to get to be together like this. I say that the way you were kissing me just a few minutes ago, even if you were half asleep, proves that you wouldn’t mind doing exactly what I’m suggesting.” She said,

She rocked her hips against him then-to prove her point, he supposed. And she did prove it. He groaned out loud that time. He couldn’t stop himself. And she made a low, triumphant little sound.

“Yes. That’s what I say, Asher. Yes. You and me. Tonight, right now. Just one time….” Kimberly said. She didn’t even know where this confidence was coming from.

He exerted a superhuman effort of will and said, “We cannot. It’s too dangerous. I’ve brought nothing to protect you.” He said.

He was always careful about contraception. He’d grown up without a father. He was adamant that his children would have both, and that he would only have children by his wedded wife. A bit old fashioned, but he didn’t care.

“It’s not a problem. I have condoms.” She said and held one up. “Don’t ask why I have it”

He scowled at it through the dimness. “My God.” She had actually planned to spend the night with a stranger from Rowdy’s Roadhouse, then? He didn’t know how he would react if she had gone through with that. But he shook his head. He had other things on his mind right now.

She slipped the condom somewhere back under the blankets and got up even closer, nose to nose with him. “Don’t ask, all right? Just accept that I have them, and let’s take it from there.” She said.

It was too much. The whole day of watching her, yearning and telling himself he didn’t burn for her. Chasing her down when she tried to get away from him. And then being forced to watch her some more while she danced with one cowboy after another. Having to take down that fool who had dared to go too far with her. The drive through the blizzard. The old man in the pickup. The crash.

And most of all, the hours with her pressed up close against him, making him burn even more for her, bringing back those wet dreams so powerfully he couldn’t deny them, couldn’t deny he wanted to taste her, feel her, bury himself deep inside of her.

It was too much.

If she wanted him, even if it was this one time, who was he to deny her? He thought. Who was he to deny himself? To hell with denial. For once. For tonight.

She made a small, hopeful sound. And what was left of his resistance crumbled to dust.

He pulled her closer and he took her mouth, hard and deep. She opened for him.

He wrapped his arms good and tight around her and he kissed her long and thoroughly, with no holding back. He kissed her deeply. Their tongues tangled and played as their chests sizzled against one another.

They didn’t end the kiss, not even when they each reached for the other’s clothes.

He’d had something on under his clothes-pants that strained to contain an erection that literally made her suck in a shocked, delighted breath.

All that hugeness. All hers. At least for tonight.Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

“Oh, Asher.” She sighed when she lifted her mouth from his.

And then they were fumbling, getting their clothes out of the way without completely undressing, trying to keep the blankets and the tarp close around them as they got their bodies bare enough to touch, to stroke.

To join.

She opened his heavy jacket and pushed up his sweatshirt. She unbuttoned his borrowed jeans and closed her soft fingers around him and he felt he would die right then and be glad to go.

He undid her satin jacket, unhooked her lacy little bra, freeing her breasts to his hungry hands. He pulled up her skirt so it was around her waist. And he tore at her tights until they split down the center seam.

It was awkward and groping.

And he didn’t care. Judging by her eager moans and breathless, sweet sighs, she didn’t mind, either. They were belly to belly, skin to skin at last.

She didn’t know that she’d ever felt anything as delicious as the crisp hairs on his chest scraping across her moist nipples. Except, perhaps, for his mouth. And his hands. And, she suspected, just about anything else he chose to press against her in the next fifteen minutes.

She was the same as he had imagined, the same, only better. Her breasts were full, her skin warm satin under his hands, her scent enough to drive him gloriously mad.

“I intend to find out what you like in bed,” he said. “I have wanted to for a while now”