Page 25 of Broken Bodyguard
“But Maddie,youshould stay.” I knew it was impossible to do what I wanted while Grace was awake for the day. But I couldn’t keep the words from tumbling out of my mouth.
She dipped her chin, sending me an admonishing look. But I saw the desire flash across her face as well.
She wanted it, even if she didn’t want to act on it.
“Maybe you can just come give me good morning hug?” I suggested. My heartbeat pounded through my veins, pushing me to bold lengths. She’d already pumped the brakes once, and I respected that.
But with her looking like the woman of my dreams, just a pair of thin cotton shorts hiding what I wanted to get to know, there was no holding back.
She looked down the stairs, then nodded. “Grace went down,” she said, and then darted across the loft. I held out my hands and she filled the space there, hooking her arms around my neck with a giggle.
And just like that, we picked up where we’d left off at the firepit the other night.
“Good morning,” I murmured into her collarbone. My eyes fluttered shut as I tried to remember every single sensation from this hug: the softness of her body pressed against me, the way her tits smashed against my chest, the light and feminine amber perfume that still clung to her. “Remind me why you aren’t sleeping up here with me each night?”
She laughed, but it sounded wispy. “Troy, we both know that’s a bad idea.”
“Do we?” I couldn’t keep myself from dragging my lips across the exposed skin of her shoulder. Her oversized t-shirt was in danger of being torn off.
She shifted against me, allowing her hips to splay open and straddle me again. I grunted as her thick thighs settled on either side of my body.
“Pretty sure you sleeping in my bed is the best idea in the world,” I said, nipping at her earlobe.
She shivered in my arms. “I’m not disagreeing with you.”
I smoothed my hands over the small of her back, down over the mounds of her ass. She arched into me, and I locked my arms tight around her so that no space remained between us.
“If you come try to give me a hug later tonight, I’ll make sure you don’t go back down those stairs.”
She giggled, and then pressed her lips against mine for a deep, hungry kiss. I caught the taste of peppermint on her tongue, and we kissed so passionately that I almost missed the small voice say, “Mommy?”
Maddie was off of me in a flash, turning to greet Grace at the top of the stairs.
“Hey, honey!” She sounded too friendly, almost maniacal. “What’s wrong? Did I take too long to come down?”
Grace blinked a few times, looking between the two of us.
“Does Toy have a boo boo?” she asked.
“Umm,” Maddie started.
“Is that why you kissing him?” she finished.
Maddie cleared her throat, nodding. “Yes. He hurt his…face.”
Grace blinked, and then bounded back down the stairs. Maddie pressed a hand to her forehead, sending me a pointed look.
"You are...too much. I can’t control myself around you.”
“That makes two of us,” I informed her.
She sighed, heading for the staircase. “I need to go get dressed.”
“I think you should stay exactly like you are. I love these jammies.”
When she looked over at me, I could see the genuine smile fighting to take over. “They’re literally from the clearance rack at a thrift store.”
“You could wear a potato sack and I’d be into it.”
