HER BODYGUARD

“A part of me is really enjoying this.” She said, “Being here with you… I wish we could get along more”

He wasn’t surprised. He was feeling the same way and thinking the same thing. It was this damn cold, and the fact that they were smashed up against each other. Stuff like this messes with your brain.

But God in heaven, she felt good in his arms. And she smelled so good, like vanilla and jasmine flowers and something else, something that was only her.

“Rest,” he said. Determined to have some control over himself. This was his job and it was wrong if he touched her. It could ruin everything. It was one of the rules he set for himself. Never get attached to a client. But with Kimberly, it seemed like all he wanted to do.

He wanted to throw those damn rules out the window and smash his lips against hers.

“You keep saying that.” Kimberly said. “I’m resting already”.

He almost pressed a kiss into her dark, fragrant hair. But he caught himself just in time. “We have to sit here like this to stay warm. We might as well get some rest.” he said.

“Or we could talk.” She suggested.

“There is nothing to talk about.” Asher said.

“Liar.” She said it very low. And vehemently. “You are such a liar, Asher.”

He didn’t argue. She was right. He was lying to himself about wanting her. And he had no intention of digging into the truth tonight.

Or ever.

She let out a sad little sigh. “We have so very much to talk about. If only you would. We could get to know each other better. Is it such a bad thing if we have some kind of relationship? We don’t have to be strangers. We have a lot to tell about each other”

“No, we don’t.” he said. It was enough that he was attracted to her. Developing any kind of friendship or relationship wasn’t going to help.

She was silent then. Which was good. They only needed to get through this night without doing something foolish, without saying things that were too dangerous to say. Then they could both return to their separate and very different lives. He would go back to being her bodyguard and she would go back to being his boss’ daughter who he had to protect. Which was as it should be.

He rested his head back against the ice-cold side window and told himself to sleep, to block out the soft, tempting, never to be forgotten shape of the woman in his arms-and not, under any circumstances, to think about her and what he wanted to do to her….

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Asher did sleep.

And he dreamed about the things that he’d sworn not to think of. He couldn’t seem to get the woman even out of his dreams too.

In this dream, he was hard. Aching for her. He reached for her. She came to him, sighing, twisting in his arms. He realized she’d been facing away from him, leaning against him. But now she had turned, so she lay against him face-to-face, her soft breasts smashed against his chest, her warm breath flowing across the flesh of his throat.

And suddenly, they were on some narrow padded surface inside a locked, deserted farmhouse. It was dark and cold in there, but they had their body heat to keep each other warm, a tent of blankets to shelter them.

She kissed him, her mouth opening, a night blooming flower, under his, her breath flowing into him, their tongues meeting again, at last, after an eternity of loneliness and denial. He stroked her tongue with his, caressing, touching all those secret, wet, slick surfaces beyond her parted lips.

His arms were filled with her, so warm and soft and perfectly made. And so very eager.

Her hair tumbled down, tangling around them, a dark web of curling silk.

So real, the taste of her. Nothing an ordinary bodyguard like him should ever be allowed to know. Honey. Ambrosia. She tasted of all the things he had no right to touch. She tasted of paradise.

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So real…

Better than all the hungry, lonely, longing dreams of her in all the weeks since…

She gasped..

And she wiggled against him, driving him wild, as she slid her arms up his chest and used her soft, slim hands to frame his face.

“Asher. Asher, are you asleep?” she asked.

Asleep? He tried to capture her mouth again, but she retreated, though her soft hands still held him, one on either cheek.

“Asher.” Her voice was sweetly scolding now.

Awareness dawned: the heat between them, the hard door at his back. The cold was just beyond their tent of blankets and tarp…. It seemed so real because it was real.

He opened his eyes. She was right there, her eyes waiting, shining at him through the dark.

“Oh damn,” he heard himself whisper.

She moved, her body shifting a little between his legs, reminding him sharply all over again of how much he wanted her. He stifled a groan of need as she said, “And here I thought you didn’t want to touch me… Thought you didn’t want to…. ” She dared to say it. “…. Make love to me”

It was no point denying what she knew they both wanted.

Asher was dumbfounded. She was right. He had done exactly that, more or less. In his dreams.

Literally.

“Kimberly, I…” He had no idea what to say.

She leaned closer again, sliding against him, stroking him with that fine body of hers. He gritted his teeth, absolutely certain he was going to lose it any second now. Her soft lips just barely brushed his. “I have a question.” She said softly.

He made a sound, a helpless, yearning, croaking sound.

Her lips moved against his. He felt the whisper of her warm breath across his mouth, over his cheek. “It’s been a terrible night, Asher. Worst of the worst.” She said,

“Er.” He said stupidly. Again, he had to swallow a groan. “That was a question?” he asked.

“I’m getting there,”Kimberly replied.

Yet another tortured sound escaped him.

And she said, “My question is, why not?”

He didn’t have to ask why not what. He knew exactly why not what.