was sick of fighting it.
It was, she knew, a bad idea. He was her bodyguard; she was his client. But right now, that didn't matter to her. Or, it seemed, to him.
He looked down at her with those angry, hungry eyes of his, and studied her. Moving with deliberate slowness, he bent down, the hand on her face angling her to meet him as he descended for a kiss.
Emily rose on tiptoes to bring her lips to his. The kiss was unlike anything she'd felt before, an animal need linking them. Lucas growled into her, and she shivered with delightful anticipation at the feeling.
His hand cupped her head, pulling her to him as she slid her arms around him. He felt so good his body pressing against hers and his strength embracing her. It could have been frightening, intimidating. Instead, it just felt perfectly right .
Lucas pulled back, breaking the kiss, and smiled. It was a small smile, crooked, the sexiest smile she'd ever seen. Her body ached for him, ached with a desire she'd been suppressing all day, one that she was tired of denying.
"Lucas," she said, savoring the sound of his name. Their faces were inches apart, just far enough that she could see his expression, his need. "Lucas, take me. Please."
She didn't have to ask twice.
His powerful hands gripped her and lifted her, and he spun to press her against the wall. She gasped in surprise at the speed and strength of his movement – he held her up as though she weighed nothing, pinning her to the wall of her apartment with effortless ease. Emily struggled playfully, not trying to escape but rather proving to herself she couldn't.
The growl Lucas let out as she wriggled against him made her heart race, and she could feel her blush spreading. She'd never felt like this before, never wanted any man as much as she needed Lucas.
His mouth came down again, against her neck. His kisses made her squirm again, and then she felt his teeth. With a squeal of delight, she clutched at him, her back arching as he bit down on her sensitive skin. Each kiss was followed by a little bite as he moved down her neck to the collar of her blouse.
Emily was panting when he pulled back and looked her in the eyes again. He was holding her high enough that their gazes were level with each other for the first time, and his face was flushed with lust. Lust for her, which she wanted nothing more than to let him sate. He leaned in to kiss her on the mouth, a firm and powerful kiss that pinned her to the wall.
She took the opportunity to take his lower lip between her teeth, biting down gently on it. Lucas growled at that, and only kissed her harder, his body pressing her tight against the wall. She thought she could feel the beat of his heart against her, and whimpered under his kiss.
When he pulled back, he was panting. It looked like she was affecting him as much as he was her.
He set her down, steadying her, and looked down at her for a moment before reaching for her top. The buttons must have looked too fiddly for him, or he simply didn't have the patience for them – he pulled it open with a powerful motion that sent buttons flying everywhere throughout the room. Emily gasped, hands rising instinctively, but she didn't fight when he caught her wrists and pulled them down to her sides.
Eyes sparkling, he looked at her. His gaze moved slowly down her body, lingering on her breasts. Emily heard his breath catch as she pulled back her shoulders, offering them to his eyes.
Releasing her wrists, he brought his great hands up to caress her, sliding them up under the remains of her blouse. His touch was like fire on her skin. She stayed as still as she could, letting him enjoy her as she reveled in the sensation. The feel of his hands cupping her breasts through the white bra she wore was better than she could have imagined, but it wasn't enough. It only made her want more.
Bending over her, he kissed the tops of her breasts, alternating between them as she groaned.
"Please," she moaned, not sure
It was, she knew, a bad idea. He was her bodyguard; she was his client. But right now, that didn't matter to her. Or, it seemed, to him.
He looked down at her with those angry, hungry eyes of his, and studied her. Moving with deliberate slowness, he bent down, the hand on her face angling her to meet him as he descended for a kiss.
Emily rose on tiptoes to bring her lips to his. The kiss was unlike anything she'd felt before, an animal need linking them. Lucas growled into her, and she shivered with delightful anticipation at the feeling.
His hand cupped her head, pulling her to him as she slid her arms around him. He felt so good his body pressing against hers and his strength embracing her. It could have been frightening, intimidating. Instead, it just felt perfectly right .
Lucas pulled back, breaking the kiss, and smiled. It was a small smile, crooked, the sexiest smile she'd ever seen. Her body ached for him, ached with a desire she'd been suppressing all day, one that she was tired of denying.
"Lucas," she said, savoring the sound of his name. Their faces were inches apart, just far enough that she could see his expression, his need. "Lucas, take me. Please."
She didn't have to ask twice.
His powerful hands gripped her and lifted her, and he spun to press her against the wall. She gasped in surprise at the speed and strength of his movement – he held her up as though she weighed nothing, pinning her to the wall of her apartment with effortless ease. Emily struggled playfully, not trying to escape but rather proving to herself she couldn't.
The growl Lucas let out as she wriggled against him made her heart race, and she could feel her blush spreading. She'd never felt like this before, never wanted any man as much as she needed Lucas.
His mouth came down again, against her neck. His kisses made her squirm again, and then she felt his teeth. With a squeal of delight, she clutched at him, her back arching as he bit down on her sensitive skin. Each kiss was followed by a little bite as he moved down her neck to the collar of her blouse.
Emily was panting when he pulled back and looked her in the eyes again. He was holding her high enough that their gazes were level with each other for the first time, and his face was flushed with lust. Lust for her, which she wanted nothing more than to let him sate. He leaned in to kiss her on the mouth, a firm and powerful kiss that pinned her to the wall.
She took the opportunity to take his lower lip between her teeth, biting down gently on it. Lucas growled at that, and only kissed her harder, his body pressing her tight against the wall. She thought she could feel the beat of his heart against her, and whimpered under his kiss.
When he pulled back, he was panting. It looked like she was affecting him as much as he was her.
He set her down, steadying her, and looked down at her for a moment before reaching for her top. The buttons must have looked too fiddly for him, or he simply didn't have the patience for them – he pulled it open with a powerful motion that sent buttons flying everywhere throughout the room. Emily gasped, hands rising instinctively, but she didn't fight when he caught her wrists and pulled them down to her sides.
Eyes sparkling, he looked at her. His gaze moved slowly down her body, lingering on her breasts. Emily heard his breath catch as she pulled back her shoulders, offering them to his eyes.
Releasing her wrists, he brought his great hands up to caress her, sliding them up under the remains of her blouse. His touch was like fire on her skin. She stayed as still as she could, letting him enjoy her as she reveled in the sensation. The feel of his hands cupping her breasts through the white bra she wore was better than she could have imagined, but it wasn't enough. It only made her want more.
Bending over her, he kissed the tops of her breasts, alternating between them as she groaned.
"Please," she moaned, not sure
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