Free Bodyguard Dearest (Bodyguard #1) by Alison Foster

pulling me to him, placing a kiss on my forehead. His hands fist my hair and then slide down to my waist, a finger pressing against the small of my back.
    “I love your butt,” I whisper. My heart beats faster than a locomotive as I find myself pressed against him, feeling him everywhere at once. I realize that I’ve dreamed of this moment too many times to count.
    “I don’t want to overwhelm you,” he says. “I dragged you away from everything you know without asking. I just reached my limit. I needed to touch you, to protect you. I want you, Tris. I want my intention to be clear.”
    He calmly kisses me. It’s like he’s just waking up and searching my mouth for oxygen. Then it turns urgent and rough. I get on tiptoes, lacing my hands behind his neck as our tongues intertwine.
    His hands move to my hips and just like that a switch is flipped. He pulls me to him and lifts me up, his hands under my ass. He takes a few steps carrying me like that, plastered to his chest, and places me onto the cold kitchen island.
    “I thought the kitchen was too dirty,” I say, panting.
    “I don’t care,” he says, kissing my neck. “It’s about to get dirtier.”
    Oh fuck, did my big brute really just say that? I like how he breathes hard now, so strong and commanding and vulnerable at the same time. I like how I ache for his touch.
    Tanner’s mouth crushes on mine again, exploring every pore on my tongue and lips, as he positions himself between my legs. His right hand reaches for the back of my head, undoing the carefully coiffured bun to let my hair fall loose on my shoulders.
    I wrap my legs around his hips, pulling him closer as if that were even possible. His erection bulges against my stomach. I whimper. All brain functions except one are about to shut down. My eyes close.
    It’s all as it should be, only better. He grabs the straps of my lilac dress, sliding them down my shoulders and arms slowly until my breasts are exposed. He takes them, one breast in each hand, squeezing gently, rubbing his thumbs over the eager nipples, already hardened and needy.
    “Tris,” he says against my lips.
    My pulse is pounding all over the place. “Yes?”
    “You have no idea how many times I’ve thought about your tits, cupping them, squeezing them like that, feeling every tiny delicious molecule of skin and flesh.”
    I throw my head back a little to look at him. Did he just say that he’s been lusting after me for a long time? “You have not.”
    “Have.”
    “That’s a lie.”
    “It’s not.”
    And it’s not even my birthday. Well, it is Christmas Eve. “So you’ve fantasized about my breasts? Even before Canada?”
    “Oh yeah. And not just your tits. Say it, Tris.”
    “Say what?”
    “Tits.”
    “You want me to say tits?” I say, laughing. “I just did.”
    “Ask me if I like your tits.”
    Tanner Hayes takes control of every situation, doesn’t he? I take a deep breath before I ask. “Do you like my tits, Tanner?”
    “I fucking love your tits,” he says, lifting my ass off the counter to practically rip the dress off my body.
    I gasp. He’s too much.
    “And then I fantasized about your nipples,” he whispers. “Rosy and big, bunching up under my fingers.”
    “You did pinch one when you shouldn’t,” I say, breathless, as his rough fingers pinch both my nipples now.
    “You totally deserved that, you can be a horrible brat. Showing off your delicious body like that.”
    He has a point. I arch my back, moaning, when he lowers his mouth to one nipple.
    “I dreamed about getting them in my mouth,” he says. “Sucking on them until you begged for more.”
    Oh fuck, I can beg right now if it will make him happy. He wraps his lips around my sensitive nipple, sucking roughly, giving me a perfect combination of blinding pleasure and pain.
    “And then I thought about the sweet little button between your legs,” he says, kissing behind my ear as his fingers dive under my panties, finding my happy