Free Booty Call (Forbidden Bodyguards Book 2) by Ainsley Booth Page B

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    Then he rocks his hand against me hard enough to push me against the wall. Even better. I shudder as he pulls away, but his next touch is the tip of his fingers right up my slit, and he growls as he discovers I wasn’t lying about being wet.
    I’m soaked for him and he slides right up to my clit, circling it quickly before delving deeper. Up and down he works me, teasing my entrance with his fingertips at first, then the barest insertion, up to his first knuckle, but always back to my clit.
    His touch sends a riot of feelings through my body. Hot and cold prickles dance beneath my skin and my face flames bright, because nobody has done this to me before and that’s both a crying shame—because it’s oh my God so good—and amazing, too, because I’m pretty sure nobody else would know to walk the line between pleasure and pain for me.
    Nobody else would know that while I may be a virgin, I don’t want to be treated like a delicate flower.
    I want—ahhhh—yes. One thick finger sliding inside me. I want the extra push at the end that makes me squeak, and then I want another finger added before I’m fully ready for it.
    I want to be stroked with such confidence that I thump my head back against the wall to keep from falling forward against him.
    I want everything Scott is doing to me, exactly the way he’s doing it.
    “Yes,” I breathe. “Oh, God, yes. Just like that.”
    “Just like that?” He laughs a little as he scissors his fingers inside me. “You don’t want me to go harder?”
    I curse under my breath. “Yes, please.”
    “Tell me you want to come. Let me hear some dirty words drip off your beautiful lips.”
    “Please make me come.” I pant as he thrusts into me again, harder this time. I press up onto my toes, but he keeps going, reaching deep inside me to find that spot that made me go all frantic. “I want to come on your hand,” I add, my words getting twisted by a groan as he adds his thumb lazily into the mix, stroking back and forth over the top of my clit. “Ohmygod. No. Yes. Oh, yes.”
    “You’re gorgeous,” he mutters, pressing closer. His hand gets trapped between our bodies and I can feel his breath on my lips. “The most beautiful woman in the world. And one day soon, I’m going to fuck you into oblivion.”
    I cry out, the promise of him taking my virginity all that I need to fly apart. My entire body overheats and I shudder, over and over again, as he kisses and strokes and holds me through it.
    Holy shit.
    There are orgasms, and then there’s getting finger-banged by Scott Mayfair in the dark of my living room. I let go of the wall and wrap my arms around his neck.
    “I’ve got you,” he says quietly as he lifts me into his arms and carries me toward my room.
    “How do you know where my bed is?” I murmur into his shoulder.
    He laughs. “One room place, Ali. Doesn’t take a rocket scientist. Would you rather I’d stalked you?”
    “Safest stalker ever.”
    He puts me down on the bed and climbs over me, tugging me against him.
    We’re cuddling.
    I just came all over his hands and probably need to clean up or something, and his erection is hard and throbbing against my hip, and he’s just…cuddling me.
    “We should—”
    “Nope,” he says roughly. “You should go to sleep, study-girl.”
    “I want to make you come, too.” I wiggle closer, reaching for him. “Don’t you want to…”
    But it doesn’t take much for him to divert my wiggling fingers and tug my hands up to his chest. “Shhhh.”
    We go back and forth like that a few more times, my words getting more sluggish as his warmth gets under my skin and lulls me into dreamland.

—twelve—  

    Scott

    The next morning Ali sends me a text first thing.

    A: I had the best dream last night.
    S: Tell me about it.
    A: This hot guy I’ve been trying to hook up with for like, forever, came over…
    S: Lucky guy
    A: I was the lucky one
    S: Tell me about it
    A: Maybe you should come over again