Free Bodyguard Dearest (Bodyguard #1) by Alison Foster Page A

clit.
    “Your little confession speech is crude but extremely effective,” I say between shallow breaths. “Hits on all the key points.”
    “Does the little college girl think she’s so smart?” he says, pressing the tip of his finger firmly against my sensitive nub, circling it, around and around, causing every nerve in my body to respond.
    I nod. “Ah hah. I must be. I have Tanner Hayes playing with my clit.” I’m not even sure if the words really came out or if I imagined I said them. Brain shutting down for good now to conserve energy for something explosive.
    He pushes me backwards on the island. I have to support myself on my elbows. He undoes his blue tie and then unbuttons his white dress shirt. I just about come on the spot as he reveals his incredible torso and impeccable skin.
    “What else did you imagine?” I say as he pulls his pants down.
    “I thought about how you’d trap my cock inside your pussy, strangling it with your tightness,” he says, sliding my panties down my thighs and knees until they’re off me.
    “I think I did that for you already.”
    His eyes grow darker as he licks my upper lip. “It wasn’t enough. I want to feel your pussy squeezing me all night. It will never be enough.”
    His boxer briefs come off. He grabs his cock, pumping it a few times, and then positions it against my opening. He pushes all the way in and I cry out with pain a little, as he takes a tit in one hand, pressing on my throat with the other. It’s not rough, it’s gentle and sexy the way he caresses the sensitive structures on my neck, claiming me, asking for permission to take everything.
    I give it to him. Everything that I am and everything I have, body and soul. It’s all his now. “Fuck me, Tanner,” I say. “Reshape me. Make me yours.”
    He growls as he begins to own my pussy, his hands under my thighs, pulling my ass on the very edge of the counter so he can slide his arms under my knees to support himself and spread me wider.
    Damn . It’s even better than I remember. He’s relentless and passionate and he makes my head spin. I love how he thrusts into me like there’s nothing else in the world, like it’s the only thing that matters, like I’m bottomless.
    I surrender, dropping my head back as an incredible force builds inside me, fevered and frozen at the same time, a fucking hot avalanche of sensation that threatens to erase me, wipe me out, make me his and his only.
    My eyes open only seconds before I implode and as I take in the perfection of his sculpted torso, glistening with sweat, and the look of complete abandonment on his face, I’m driven over the edge. My core is shaken with frenzied tremors of immeasurable pleasure and I cry out again and again.
    “Tanner!”
    I feel him tremble, too, going faster and harder and then slowing down, gripped by his own repressed orgasm. And then, his incredible, wild, shocking orgasm overcomes him and he makes the most delicious animal sounds ever uttered on this Earth.
    He puts his arms around me, holding me tight as if I might vanish if he let go. I hug him back with my weakened arms. His fast breathing enters my ears and fills me up everywhere at once, calming me into an almost drugged bliss.
    There’s so much I want to tell him but I feel useless now.
    He gives me a smile as he pulls back a strand of hair off my forehead. “That was better than my fantasies,” he says.
    “Ya think?” I tell him, biting his lip gently.
    He brings my hand to his mouth, kissing the band aid. “Don’t ever do anything like that again,” he says. “I need you in one piece.”
    Fine by me, Tanner Hayes. I’m all yours.
     
     

Chapter 10
    Tanner
    T hirty years of living and never have I felt every heartbeat like I do now. It’s nothing I can explain. The quiet of her sleeping soothes me. Not even Anisa could take away all the unrest of both my past and present. Already I fear losing Tris. How can I let this feeling go?
    I know how crazy it