With each breath she took, her breasts brushed against his chest. Her nipples tightened in response. The clenching of his jaw was sign enough that he noticed her body’s responses to him. Responses which, in truth, she was unaccustomed to. Not even when kissing a guy had she ever felt so turned on, so boneless as she felt now. And Zane hadn’t even made any attempt to kiss her. Instead, his hand on her lower back moved slowly, his thumb drawing lazy circles on her waist before dropping further down and repeating the same motion on her backside.
She should push him away and not allow him such liberties when she knew he couldn’t stand her, but her body simply melted into him and didn’t obey. The sensation was so new and exciting, she couldn’t bring herself to stop what they were doing. Not that Zane was really doing anything. He only stood there, his body a pillar of stone, hard and unyielding, with only his hand and his fingers moving, caressing her ever so softly. Everything else remained motionless, except maybe his erection, which seemed to grow.
Portia shifted, aligning her core with his hard length, and felt a whimper escape her lips.
“Fuck!” he ground out.
Panicked, she lifted her lids and crashed into his heated gaze. His head moved closer. Her pulse stuttered: Zane was going to kiss her.
When his lips brushed lightly against hers, her lips parted on a sigh and her eyes fell shut.
Ding Dong! Ding Dong!
***
“Fuck!” Zane cursed and pushed himself away from Portia, turning in the same instant so she wouldn’t be able to see how she affected him. As if that would make it any better. He’d pressed his swollen cock against her so hard and for so long, there was no doubt in his mind that she knew exactly what she was doing to him.
“The door,” she said, her voice no more agitated than as though she were ordering pizza, and not being interrupted at the most inconvenient of moments.
Maybe he should be grateful to whoever had rung the doorbell for saving him from the biggest mistake of his career, if not his life: kissing a woman he was charged to protect. And for all he knew, the kiss would have led to much more. Within minutes, he would have had her flat on her back on the couch with his cock pounding into her and his lips devouring every inch of her skin.
“I’ll get the door.” Portia’s voice penetrated his haze.
He swiveled. “I’ll get it.” After all, he was her bodyguard and had to make sure no harm came to her. Yeah, that was working out really well.
He stalked to the door and spied through the hole.
“I’m expecting my friend Lauren,” Portia said from behind him.
Zane opened the door and scrutinized the young woman who wore sunglasses even though it was night. She was about Portia’s age and from what he’d read in Portia’s file, she was the mayor’s daughter and a hybrid. He sniffed. Her scent was masked by perfume so strong, it was almost imperceptible. Only her aura identified her as a hybrid.
“Hey, Lauren, come in.”
The girl pushed past him. She opened her grey Parka and lowered her hoodie, revealing the same long hair as Portia. Her high heels echoed on the wooden floor as she hugged her friend as if the two hadn’t seen each other in weeks.
“Let’s do some work,” Lauren said.
“We’ll be upstairs. No interruptions please. We’re studying for a test,” Portia requested with barely a look at him. The little bitch had seduced him, and now she was giving him the cold shoulder.
Zane seethed as he slammed the front door shut and walked back to the sofa.
“What was that all about?” Lauren whispered.
Despite the fact that she’d reached the top of the stairs, Zane could still hear her, as he could Portia’s response. “Don’t mind him. He’s just a bodyguard.”
Zane’s fangs lengthened. Just a bodyguard? Oh, he’d show her what he thought of that statement, right when Lauren was gone. If Portia thought she could get away with dressing him down like that after she’d come onto him, she’d have it coming. How dare she press her body against him like that, the scent of her arousal wrapping around her as though she were in heat, and minutes later toss him aside as if he were chopped liver?
He growled low and dark. Oh, he’d give her a piece of his mind.
For the next two hours, he alternated between watching TV on mute, pacing the length of the living room, and staring holes into the wall, all the while trying not to listen in on the conversation between Portia and Lauren. Not that there was much to overhear: they rarely talked, and when they did, they did so quietly. The fragments he picked up centered around a psychology test that presumably was scheduled for the next morning. All in all, the wait got on his nerves, and the time stretched longer than he thought was bearable.