She was only about five and a half feet tall, making her head fit perfectly underneath his chin. She was the right height for their bodies to fit like a glove while he lay on top of her, thrusting inside. Crap! He admonished himself silently. He absolutely couldn’t go down that road. Being in her presence was the same as throwing a lit match into a dry hay field. He was burning up.
Before he realized what he was doing, he was standing behind her. He couldn’t seem to stop the forward movement. All his inner lecturing and self-pep-talks weren’t penetrating his own thick skull.
“Do you need help?” he asked, taken aback at his own husky tone. He wasn’t holding himself together well. He could imagine what his team would think of his behavior. They’d probably be on the floor laughing – no probably about it, they’d definitely be cracking up at his expense.
“No, I got it…” Bree started to say as she turned around. When she realized how close he was, her eyes widened. He watched as she looked from his neck, then tilted her head up, up, up to stare into his eyes. Once she reached their deep azure depths, hers widened even more.
Their gazes remained locked together, and he was losing the battle to maintain distance. Just one kiss – he could allow himself a moment of pleasure. They were both consenting adults – and no one would be hurt by a simple kiss. He was sure it wouldn’t be as great as he expected. One kiss, then he could get back to his job of guarding her - minus the sexual tension.
Chad slipped his arm around her back. If she gave even a hint of protest, or resisted in any way, then maybe he’d get a little sense back into his head. But instead she melted like butter against him. She never removed her eyes from his and her body seemed like it was made to fit only him. She sank against him, her eyes seemingly surprised by their behavior. One taste, he promised himself. He’d only have one taste of her, then he’d let go and get their relationship on a strictly professional basis. If he couldn’t, he’d tell George he had to find someone else to guard his daughter. He couldn’t protect her if he couldn’t keep it professional.
His heart pounded as he leaned forward. His body tightened even more, and the sigh escaping her lips sent his heart racing. She was turning him inside out.
“Just one kiss,” he muttered out loud without conscious thought. Her eyes slid shut as his mouth edged closer. She was openly inviting him – he was doing nothing wrong.
Before his lips made contact with hers, there was a loud pounding on the door. Chad wanted to rip apart whoever dared to interrupt them. He swore aloud before he was able to stop himself. Bree’s eyes slightly opened as she looked at him with confusion. It was obvious she hadn’t heard the knock. She was wondering why he hadn’t closed that final gap between them.
The pounding on the front door grew louder and Chad pulled back, forcing himself to concentrate. He didn’t think her stalker was going to make his job as easy as knocking, but then again, there were criminals that stupid.
He pulled his gun from his belt and silently approached the front door. He didn’t see the fear creep into Bree’s eyes at the sight of the deadly weapon. He’d carried it for so long, his hand felt empty without it – like something was missing. When he peaked through the curtain, he let out a frustrated breath, causing Bree to nearly panic.
“It’s okay,” he assured her before stepping to the door and flipping the lock. Did her siblings have built in radar? My sister’s about to get violated by her bodyguard, we’d better hurry over there. He was grateful for his many years of service; otherwise he didn’t think he’d be able to pull himself together so quickly.
As four huge men stepped through her doorway, Bree went from frightened to angry in two-seconds flat. She loved her brothers and cousins, but she had left to get away from the interference, not have them keep following her around. She hoped Chad wouldn’t say anything to them about the break-in or they’d really freak out on her.
“Where are Larry, Mo and Curly?” Bree asked with an innocent smile.
“Lucas, Mark and Austin couldn’t make it,” Trenton stepped up and answered, knowing exactly who she was referring to. “Charlie stepped up to take their place, though,” he finished, pointing to his long-time best friend.
“How you doing, kiddo?” Charlie asked as he stepped forward and enveloped her in a bear sized hug. All the air was immediately squeezed from her body as he embraced her overly tight. He’d been doing it since they were kids and it always made her feel awkward.
Charlie had always been the pimply faced band geek, but he’d shot up about eight inches in high school and joined the football team, where he and Trenton had become inseparable. He’d practically lived at their place. Now, he worked for the corporation so he’d transferred with them during the move a few years back. She was glad he was there but could do without all the manhandling.
Charlie noticed Chad putting his gun away and narrowed his eyes at the weapon, but kept silent. No one else seemed to think it was out of place for Chad to be sporting a deadly weapon in Bree’s tiny living room.
“Did Dad send you?” Bree asked when Charlie finally released her and she could breathe again. She noticed immediately when Chad stepped too close to her in a bodyguard manor. Who the heck was he protecting her from? Her brothers? She’d like to pound the over-sized, macho men, but she didn’t need protection from them. She looked at him quizzically but he didn’t take his eyes from the group of men.
She stared back and forth from her brothers, cousin, and Charlie, to Chad, and found it almost funny how they were all standing so rigid, almost in preparation for a brawl. Last she knew, her family had been who’d hired Chad so why did they seem like they wanted to rip him to pieces?
Chad’s libido was still revving to go, and from the look on her family member’s faces, they knew it – and weren’t happy about it. They glanced from him, around her room, then back, seeming to realize they’d jumped their sister from the frying pan into the fire. She needed protection, but it was obvious they were thinking she may need a chastity belt as well – at least in his presence. They were probably right.
“Is there something wrong with visiting?” Max asked as he finally broke the odd standoff and stepped forward. He gave Bree a much gentler hug before stepping back. That seemed to trigger the others to step forward and hug her. When they were finished, she sighed and headed to the kitchen.