Free Guardian Angel by Linda Wisdom Page B

be served soon, Alex stepped out of the tub and wrapped a towel around her, patting the moisture from her shoulders.
    "Damn," she murmured w hen she realized she had left her underwear in the bedroom.
    She walked into her bedroom and stopped short when she found Jared lounging on the bed. His eyes gleamed at her near-nude form.
    "Aren't you lost?" She quickly regained her composure.
    "Not now." A scrap of turquoise lace dangled from his fingertips. "Why, Mrs. Page, I hadn't realized you wore such sexy lingerie. A remarkable insight into your person ality." There was a hint of laughter in his voice.
    "Give me that!" Alex hissed, snatching the panties out of his hand.
    "I suppose you want this too." His other hand magical ly produced the matching wispy bra. "You really don't need to wear one, Alex."
    "You're disgusting!" she accused him, reaching out for the sheer bra, but Jared held it out of her reach. "Give it to me, Jared!" In her anger she unwittingly used his first name.
    A slow smile appeared and his voice turned into silken honey. "I'd certainly like to," he murmured with sensual emphasis.
    Alex's face burned at his intimate suggestion and her hand lashed out to wipe his smile from his face. Just before her hand connected with his cheek, her wrist was gripped and she was pulled off-balance only to fall ungracefully across the bed. Jared's eyes glittered with anger as he leaned over her.
    "Keep on struggling, Alex," he advised sardonically. " The precarious towel is almost undone any way."
    "Let me go!" she blazed, vainly trying to strike out with her other hand, but Jared easily evaded her blows.
    "Some bodyguard you are," he chided. "You're going to have to practice, darling. Your timing is just a shade off."
    Now incensed, Alex bega n calling Jared every name in the book, but it only served to amuse him.
    "So that's what they taught you in the navy." Gripping both her wrists in one hand, the other trailed slowly up her leg to her knee then moved over the towel until it reached the tuck, which had come undone during her struggles.
    Alex held her breath, waiting for what would come next.
    Jared loosened the towel and pushed the ends away to reveal her still-damp body. A sharp hiss escaped his lips as he gazed downward.
    "You have a lovely body, Alex," he murmured. "One that should be worshiped—often."
    "I didn't realize this was to be part of my duties, Mr. Templeton." Her face was a frozen mask.
    "I liked it better when you called me Jared." His lips found the sensitive spot just behind her ear while his fingers explored every inch of her breasts with delicate precision.
    Alex swallowed, already feeling a searing heat course through her body at his butterfly touch. She silently cursed him for bringing these sensations to the surface.
    "You're thinking again," he accused her mildly as his tongue traced a feathery path along the lines of her throat. Even as he spoke, his voice roughened with the need that pulsated through his body. His hand had traveled down over her waist to her hips and around to the soft inner thigh.
    It took a great deal of concentration Alex to ke ep back her gasp at his probing touch .
    "Touch me, Alex," he demanded thickly, releasing one of her hands and bringing it to his chest. "Show me you're capable of passion too." His head lowered and his mouth covered hers in a soul-destroying kiss. She couldn't keep back her moans when his head lowered even farther to fasten his teeth on a sensitive nipple and lightly graze it.
    Her fingers busily unbuttoned Jared's shirt and tore it loose from the waistband of his jeans. She undulated under his hard body and arched up, demanding that his need be hers.
    "Let's not go in to dinner," Jared suggested raggedly, covering her face with heated kisses even as his fingers teased her moist warmth.
    "We can't." She found it hard to form words by now. Her own hands were occupied with fumbling with his belt buckle even as she spoke words she didn't want to believe. At