The Reluctant Wife: A Bodyguard – Princess Marriage of Convenience Romance (The Davenports Book 4)

One touch of her lips, and I know I’m in trouble. Since I met her, I haven’t stopped thinking about our first meeting and how the first time I saw her face it felt like a gut punch.

How her scent had awoken something primal inside of me. How it’d felt to pull her into my side and feel her melt into me like she belonged there. How right it felt to call her my wife. More than it ever felt with the woman I once married. How it turned me on to spank her. How satisfying it was to have her climax under my ministrations. How we fit physically and emotionally. How, the connection between us is more than just sexual.

Then, I kiss her deeply and I realize I was wrong. Her mouth is softer than I remember. Her breath sweeter. Her taste more complex. She feels perfect pressed up against me, with her arms and legs wound around me like she has no intention of letting go.

How can I ache this badly to be inside of her? How can I feel this deeply connected to a woman I’ve known for only a few weeks?

I look into her eyes and sense the mirrored emotions in hers. She feels this connection too. These unseen bonds that tether us, growing stronger with every passing second. And once I make love to her, I won’t be able to pull back.

Once I’m inside of her, my judgement will be compromised. Then, how am I going to protect her? I keep my elbows tucked into my sides and my mouth in a straight line.

She nibbles on my lower lip, and my cock instantly jumps in my pants. I want to grab her and fit her over the aching tent in my crotch, but when I don’t move, she stills.

I hear her swallow; know the precise moment the fight seems to go out of her. She pulls back. Her lips turn down; her chin wobbles. When the light in her eyes dims, my chest compresses. Damn.

She has this power to gut me, to cut me off at the knees, for when she’s upset, it’s like the entire world is wrong. I’ll do anything to keep her happy. I’d burn the world to keep her safe.

I’m going to hunt down those who tried to shoot her and wipe them out from the face of this earth. I’m going to ensure they never come after her again.

She’s here in my arms, and it feels so right. It hasn’t felt this good with anyone else. Not even Jane. I’ve borne the guilt of her death for so long. Don’t I deserve a rest from it?

Don’t I deserve to stop thinking of all the possible ways I could have changed things? Don’t I deserve a few minutes of happiness? Of being with the woman who’s come to mean so much to me from the moment I laid eyes on her?

Also… I can’t refuse her.

Not when she’s in my arms, and needy and wanting. I can’t turn her down. Not now.

No matter that once I make love to her, it won’t be easy to walk away from her. And despite my judgement being compromised, I won’t be able to give up this assignment. I’ll have to cross that bridge later. Even if it means I’m going to hate myself after this, I can’t hold back.

Fuck my sense of propriety. Fuck the principles I’ve lived my life by. None of that matters in comparison to making her happy. As long as I can give her what she wants and wipe that fear from her eyes, even if it is for just a little while, it’ll be worth it.

She begins to pull away, and I place my palms on her hips.

A shiver runs down her back. Her breathing quickens. She raises her gaze to mine, and those baby blues of hers are like the depths of a clear lake. I’m sure I can see my entire universe in them. ‘Princess, this is so wrong⁠—’

Her shoulders droop.

‘But—’

‘But—’ A flare of hope lights up her eyes.noveldrama

‘But I can’t say no to you anymore.’

Her lips part, a look of surprise, then delight, then anticipation, and finally, exhilaration flit across her features. Then I frame her jawline, lower my chin, and fit my mouth to hers. She gasps, and I swallow the sound, then thrust my tongue between her lips. Slowly. Slowly. I take my time exploring every single corner of her mouth, sucking on her and drawing in her essence. I tilt my head, deepening the angle of the kiss, and she melts into me. She opens herself up, and I possess her and pour all my longing into the kiss. She whimpers and writhes in my lap. I hold her in place over my aching cock. And it’s better than I hoped, for the warmth of her cunt steams up the wet layers between us. She digs her fingers into the short hair at the nape of my neck, then drags her fingertips across my neck, and I growl, ‘I want you, Princess.’

‘Fuck me,’ she mewls against my mouth. ‘Please, Ryot.’ Then she presses her breasts into me, and feeling her nipples stab into my chest turns my entire body into a tsunami of fire. I release my hold on her long enough to grab the clothes I discarded earlier and smooth them out next to us. Then I flip her onto them, cushioning her head with my palm. She looks up at me, surprise in her eyes, her lips parted. And when I reach behind her to undo the hooks of her bra, she throws it off. I glance down at the goosebumps on her chest. ‘You’re cold. I should take you back and⁠—’

‘No.’ She surges up and grips my shoulders, then pulls me down on her. ‘You’ll warm me up.’

The heat between us is certainly steaming up the water on our bodies. I trace a drop which drips down her cheek to the edge of her lips, then whisper kisses down her throat to the valley between her breasts. I lave a circle around one nipple. She mewls and thrusts her chest up, and when I finally close my mouth over her nipple, she cries out. I suck on it, and she locks her ankles around my waist and begins to hump the bulge in my boxers. I pull back and she groans. ‘Don’t stop.’

‘I’ll fuck you when I’m ready, and not before.’

She scowls, and looks so disgruntled, I chuckle.

‘It’s not funny, I’m… I’m in so much pain; it hurts.’

‘Good.’ I cup her other breast and squeeze.

She shudders. ‘You’re a tease.’

‘Just getting started.’ I pinch her nipple, and she moans. And when I roll both nipples between my fingers and twist, she cries out.

She arches her back, pushing her breasts up and further into my hands while squirming and continuing to hump my now very hard and extended cock that’s threatening to stab its way out of my boxers. I cup her breasts in my hands, and press them together, then bend and take both nipples into my mouth. I pull and tug and suck. She moans loudly and pants, turning me on even further. I kiss my way down her almost dry stomach to her belly button, and when I lick into the dent, she shudders, digs her fingers in my hair and tugs. The little flashpoints of pain stab down my spine. My balls tighten. I lean back, so she’s forced to part her legs. I grip the waistband of her panties.

‘Up,’ I order.

She raises her hips. I roll the scrap of lace down her thighs, sliding back enough that she can knock her knees together so I can pull off her underwear.

She begins to close her legs, but I lock my fingers around the outside of her thighs and hold them apart. ‘Let me look at you,’ I order.

A blush makes it way down her neck, but she obliges. And when I stare at the succulent triangle of flesh between her legs, she whimpers.

The little noise she makes turns my cock into a hard column of need. I could come in my boxers just from listening to the obvious sounds of her being turned on, but not yet. First, I need to worship her. I need to make her climax. I need to ensure she’s so aroused and relaxed that when I enter her, my size doesn’t cause her discomfort. So, I bend and bury my nose in her pussy.