All Chapters of Tempting Her Bodyguard : Chapter 21 - Chapter 29

RORY Carter’s eyes swipe across my face and I dont know what expression I wear but he curses at whatever he finds and runs an agitated hand through his hair. “The way I want you, Rory…” His throat bobs on a swallow as he looks away, giving me his features in profile. “If you knew the things I’ve thought about doing to you, the different ways I’ve imagined us together, you would not be able to look me in the eye anymore.” But I am. I am looking him in the eyes right now and I am liking everything that I'm seeing. Liquid desire pools low in my belly at the desperation with which he wants me. The longing shinning in his eyes mirrors mine and the guttural note in his voice has me clenching my thighs, trying to fight the aching emptiness I feel between my legs. I’m sore. He’s made me come. But I want him inside me with a force that rocks me. “You haven’t the slightest clue what y

RORY The first swipe of his tongue on my pussy has my back arching and a scream tearing out of my throat. He drags his tongue all the way from my pussy lips to my ass crack and its so strange, so shocking and so fucking dirty, it blows my mind. “Oh, God. Do that again,” I moan, cupping my breasts through my top. He holds eye contact with me as he does it the second time and I mewl, pleasure pooling inside me. It takes a hold of my body until I am not myself anymore, controlling me as easily as it has possessed me. Carter’s eyes fall shut in bliss as he really starts to eat me out. He plays with my clit, stiffens his tongue and spears me with it, fucking me. He kisses me there the way he kisses my lips, thoroughly and messily, and I ride his mouth, chasing my orgasm which I can already feel building inside me. I work one hand into his hair, sifting it through the strands as he wrecks hell on me with his mouth.

CARTER “Carter!” I look up to find Spencer Tremaine hurrying down the mostly-empty corridor towards me. It’s the fastest I’ve ever seen the man walk, and the closer he gets to me, the better I see his appearance. His hair sticks out in all directions and his eyes are wild, panicked. The same way, I’m positive, I’d looked when I’d handed Rory over to the nurses. “Mr Tremaine.” I extend my hand to him for a handshake and as he returns it, his eyes scan the waiting area where I’ve been standing for the past few minutes as though he expects to see his daughter here. “Have you heard from the doctor?” I shake my head, trying to ignore the tightness in my chest and the panic that’s threatening to creep in. “Not yet.” Spencer exhales harshly, turns in a circle obviously out of sorts, before dropping down on one of the chairs stacked against the wall. “Where is she?” Th

CARTER My breath catches in my throat. Caught in her gaze like this, I suddenly cannot move a muscle. Even my lungs have refused to expand to let air in. I stand there, still as a fucking statue and wait for her to say something. To relieve me of this fucking torture so that I can go back to functioning like a normal human being. But she just blinks and turns onto her other side, facing away from me. The breath I’ve been holding leaves my nostrils harshly. She’s still angry. Of course, she is. What did I expect? Pivoting, I head to my room. Sit on the bed, stare at a spot on the wall--I have no idea how long--fall back on the bed and stare at the ceiling. Then I get up, whip my shirt over my head, toe off my jeans, climb onto the bed and lie face down on it. One minute. Two minutes. Three minutes pass. Fuck this.

RORYI zone out over the next few minutes as the four people in my living room get locked in a heated argument. It’s not deliberate. I simply cannot, for the life of me, comprehend why someone would want me dead. The shooting. What if Avery had not been there to push me out of the way that day? That bullet had sailed right past my head, missing me by mere centimeters. I’d be dead. My dad had been right. I’d thought he was being over-protective and paranoid by wanting to get me a bodyguard but he wasn’t. That bullet had been meant…for me. Oh my God. My hands are shaking so bad and my legs have become so unsteady, I have to walk away from them to sit on the couch. Fear has closed up my vocal chords, making it impossible to formulate words. Someone really is after my life. This person shot at me in public and poisoned me in my own home. Even if I try to be extra careful in public, I’m still not safe inside m