She smiled through her tears.
“We’re here for you, Vic. We’re not going to let anything happen to you. And on top of that, we’re going to keep our own arses in one piece in the process. It means a great deal to me that you care so deeply to worry about us, but it’s not necessary. We’ve got this.”
She nodded. More tears formed. Without warning, she leaned forward and pressed her face against my chest, sobbing. I wrapped my arm around her, holding her close. Even under those circumstances, I couldn’t help but notice how damn good her body felt against mine.
Vic cried, soft sobs against my chest. I held her, and I was ready to hold her for as long as she needed.
After a time, she lifted her head and looked up at me, her eyes big and wet. Her lips spread slightly, and slowly, she brought them to mine.
We kissed. I was damn surprised at first, but the surprise soon gave way to wanting, to yearning for more. I opened my mouth, and she did the same, our tongues finding one another’s, her taste like nothing else.
I quickly came to my senses, pulling away from her. I was making a huge, huge mistake.
She shook her head. “No, don’t pull away.”
“Vic, you have to realize how bad an idea this is, no matter how much I might want you.”
Her eyes flashed. “You want me?”
Damnit. I’d let it slip. No sense in trying to walk it back.
“Of course, I do. But I’m your bodyguard, doing anything like this is…it’s just not smart.”
She bit her lip. “I need it. Please. I just need to feel something besides fear right now. It doesn’t have to mean anything if you don’t want it to.”
I shifted my weight, feeling that I was stone stiff. The way she looked at me was impossible to resist. Was she right? Would we be able to sleep together without it having to mean anything more?
There was only one way to find out.
I moved in for another kiss, our mouths opening and the two of us picking up right where we’d left off. I placed my hand on the supple curve of her hip, squeezing it through her clothes. The longer the kiss went on, the more I knew there was no chance in hell that I’d be able to resist her.
I grabbed onto the bottom of her T-shirt, pulling it up and over her body, exposing the black bra and white panties she had on underneath. Her body was stunning, mouthwatering. I wasted no time unhooking the bra and letting her breasts tumble out, big and round and tipped with pink nipples.
I leaned down and took one of her breasts into my hands, sucking on the nipple as she moaned, running her hand through my hair. As I moved from one breast to the other, all I could think about was how damn surreal it was to be on the verge of being in bed with Princess Victoria.
“Does that feel good?” I asked, lifting my head up and moving to position myself over top of her.
“It feels amazing.”
I eased her onto her back, reaching down and moving her panties aside between her legs. I spread her lips, a moan sounding from her.
“You’re already wet,” I said, moving my fingertip along her inner thighs, teasing her with what was to come. “I want to know why. I want to hear it.”
“I’m wet for you,” she said. Vic reached down and placed her hand on my cock through my cargo pants. “And I need this so badly.”
I placed my fingertip on her clit, her blue eyes going wide from my touch.
“If you want it, you’re going to have to be a good girl. Understand?”
She nodded, closing her eyes and sighing from the pleasure. I pressed down on her clit, making slow circles with my finger. She moaned, writhing against me, the sounds coming from her building in intensity.
“Now, are you ready to be a good girl for me?” I asked, slipping my finger into her.
“Yes…I am,” she gasped.
“Good. I want you to come for me when I tell you.” I curled my finger, hitting her G-spot as I pressed her clit with my thumb. “Ready?”
“I’m so ready.”