Wyvern Protection Unit - Chapter 36: Chapter 36

Kimberley sighed contentedly. Light from what she assumed was the morning sun streamed in through the window blinds, finding her as-of-yet still closed eyes.
Mmm.
She loved mornings. Kim was never one to sleep late, no matter what time she’d gone to bed the previous night. Mornings were when her brain was at its best. Although, this morning, she was feeling a little different. What time had she gone to bed, anyway?
It was chilly in the tiny air conditioned room, and Kim snuggled deeper into her warm pillow.
Mmm. This is nice.
She froze. When did she get a heated pillow? Correction—a heated pillow with a steadily beating heart.
Oh shit.
She blinked slowly, trying to adjust to the dimly lit room. Images of the previous night’s goings on filtered through her unusually sleepy brain.
Just when she put two and two together, two enormous, heavily muscled arms wrapped around her chubby little body, and Kim remembered it all. Like everything.
Gulp.
She closed her eyes and counted to ten. Hopeful it was all a dream, she reopened them, ready to face reality. But nope.
OhmyfreakinggodwhatdidIdo.
Kim bit back her yelp. The two big, muscular arms wrapped around her like anacondas were definitely male—and ohmyfreakinggod, they belong to my super-sexy bodyguard.
How much whiskey had she imbibed last night? It was not like her to attack strange men and beg them to have sex with her, for fuck’s sake. Now what was she supposed to do? Panic and embarrassment warred within her. She’d never been good at mornings after.
She couldn’t exactly leave either. And neither could he! Poor guy! He’d be stuck there, and things would get awkward. Maybe if she was lucky, those hitmen would find her—ugh, morbid much?
Okay, she was being ridiculous. Maybe they weren’t stuck. Even if he was currently wrapped around her chubby, naked body, Kim knew there was no way he would want to stay and guard her after she had thrown herself at him. Maybe she could get Agent Sanchez to send someone else.
Embarrassment heated her cheeks as she sat up and pushed gracelessly off of him. She tried to ignore the frown on his sleeping face while she inched away from his warmth.
She had to get out of the room. She tried to find purchase for her feet and almost fell completely off the small bed. Would have landed on her naked ass too if his big hands hadn’t tightened around her middle, hoisting her on top of his naked—and hard, like he was really fucking happy to see her hard—body.
“Hey, baby, you alright?”
Lovely eyes, a sort of cloudy blue-gray-green, blinked up at her and she shook her head. No, she was not alright. Her body was reacting stupidly fast to his. Her nipples puckered. Her sex throbbed, wetness pooling between the folds. And if the way his nostrils were flaring was any indication, the fucker knew it too.
He grinned and placed a kiss on her neck, and she froze. Holy cow. It was the light of day, she knew she must look like a total wreck, but this gorgeous hunk of man was nibbling on her neck—voluntarily.
Yowza.
“Kimberley?” He leaned back, head cocked to the side.
He’d asked a question, but she could hardly answer something she hadn’t heard. How could she when she was completely mortified? Her entire body was burning with need, the man was stoking flames of desire everywhere his body touched hers.
He felt so good beneath her. It was incredibly arousing, feeling his hard body and the curves of his muscles against her soft flesh.
She itched to touch him, to roll her hips and take his hardened length deep inside her—but no. She couldn’t do that. There was no whiskey in her system to warrant such wanton behavior. Kim had to stop this before it went any further and she humiliated herself beyond repair. But what could she say?
Thanks for the pity fuck, I gotta go bury my head in the sand now.
Not exactly the words of the over-confident nympho she’d been the night before.
Sigh.
“I can hear you thinking, baby. What’s going on? You can tell me anything,” he growled in a sexy little rumble that made her want to swoon.
“How did we? When did I? I mean,” she said, clearing her throat before she continued. “I’m so sorry I jumped you last night. This is so humiliating,” she mumbled and dropped her forehead on his chest for lack of better place to put it.
She’d tried to wiggle off him, but he was impossible to move. The man’s arms were like steel bands, and she was basically stuck. Kim squealed as embarrassment flooded her system.
“Baby? Kim. Please, look at me.”
She sighed morosely, lifting her head and took one look at his confused, ridiculously handsome face. Then Kim did the only thing she could think of. She slid down his body and hid under the covers—of course, that meant her face was now nestled in the cushiony soft pillow of his pubic hair where his monster-sized cock rested.
Holy fuck! How did that thing fit inside her? He’d already been sporting a stiffy, but she’d chalked it up to morning wood. Only now, inches from her salivating mouth, he was getting harder, and bigger, right before her eyes.
“Uh, Kim?”
She thought she heard laughter mixed with heat, and surprisingly enough, patience, in his voice. Realizing she looked absolutely insane, she tried to compose herself—but his huge cock moved, and Kim yelped. Like a nut job. She closed her eyes, trying to not stare at his gorgeous manhood.
No wonder she was sore. Even if it was a good kind of sore.
“Please come out from under there so we can talk,” Larimar’s muffled voice reached her, and she figured he was right.
But what was she supposed to do? At some point during their fast food feast, Mr. Sexy-pants here had gone from normal bodyguard to like her own personal bodyguard. Like the one from that movie where the singer falls for the guy who is supposed to protect her.
Hubba hubba.
Only thing was, Kimberley wasn’t a beautiful, famous performer. She was a chubby little nerd. An archeologist who’d been set up to take the fall in the black market selling of priceless artifacts by her colleague.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
After everything they’d done—everything he’d done to her last night, and yes, she recalled all sorts of licking and sucking—she simply had no clue how to behave with him. Her body heated with the memories, and she groaned in embarrassment as a wave of desire filled her.
No. No. No. NO!
She had to rein in her inner slut and focus on the matter at hand. Like getting out of bed without flashing her big naked ass at him.
Fucking hell.
“Baby?”
Larimar’s voice dripped with concern. Oh, this guy was simply too good to be true. She closed her eyes and took a breath before pulling the covers down. Clearing her throat, she tried not to gape as he sat up to face her, perfectly at home in his nudity.
Then again, why wouldn’t he be? Every bronzed inch of him was insanely perfect. Especially a certain long, thick, currently semi-hard part that was making her mouth water.
“There you are,” he murmured and smiled lazily, flashing his brilliant white teeth at her in a way that made him look both feral and sexy as all get.
“Yep. Uh, hi,” she said and tugged the cover around her.
“Want the sheet?” she asked.
“I’m okay,” he replied.
“But you’re naked.”
“I am. Shifters are kinda used to nudity. Does it bother you?”
“No, it’s fine,” she lied.
“Kim, I get the feeling we need to talk,” he said, leaning forward to help her tighten the covers around her shoulders, and rubbing them before he sat back.
“Better?” he asked and ran his fingertips down her arms, in soft whispery touches that made her shiver and want to lean into him.
But she resisted. Barely. The last thing she wanted to do was make this guy think she was a complete moron who read anything into their shenanigans the previous night.
All three bouts of them.
More than likely, the poor man had been going through a dry spell and needed to let loose. That was reasonable. She’d just been handy, and yes, a little more than willing. Kimberley could deal with that.
She just had to compartmentalize. His eyes seemed to follow her train of thought and he was frowning by the time she refocused on him.
“Uh, so yeah, last night happened,” she began, building steam as she continued. “I might as well tell you upfront that I don’t expect anything from you, and you know something? Can you please cover up? I can’t talk to you with your one-eyed warrior just staring at me!” Kim yelled the last bit, knowing full well she was being irrational.
“One-eyed warrior?” he asked, the blank expression on his handsome face almost too much for her to take.
Whatever.
Kim was pretty much used to awkward confrontations after sex. Though, technically, it was usually because she had little to no fun during said smexy times and needed to make a quick exit.
This would, of course, be the exception to every single sexual encounter she’d ever had. Hell, she should’ve tried Shifters years ago. Would have if she’d known they were this good in the sack.
Grrr.
The rumbling sound coming from him made her eyes snap to his. What the heck was that all about?
“Look, this was unexpected, right? Just one of those things, and I totally get it. You don’t have to worry about me being clingy or weird in any way. There are a bunch of bad guys with guns still after me, and that takes precedence. I know better than to think this was anything more than what it just was. If you are uncomfortable or need to have someone fill in for you⁠—”
“No, Kim. You told me last night you were mine, and I told you I got you, remember?”
Did she? Fuck. Yes. She did.
“I’m not holding you to any promises we made in bed, Larimar.”
“Technically, we were on the couch,” he pointed out unhelpfully.
Brat.
“Either way. You don’t owe me anything,” she told him, trying for calm.
“No deal, baby. I’m the only one who can protect you like I can.”
“Fine, if you say so,” she replied, frowning at his tone.
She felt a pang in her chest, like he was hurt she’d insulted him, or something.
Whatever.
She had no time to pander to male egos. Maybe he needed to hear he was good in bed or something? Not like she’d be lying if she told him.
“Um, by the way, last night was great, really. You, uh, just don’t have to worry about my feelings today, okay?”
He frowned again. Harder. And Kim wondered if there was a way she could fuck this up even more.
“I am not reading anything into it. I might not look like it, but I have had some experience with men. I understand how sex works. This was strictly no strings, and when the bad guys are caught, we will both move on,” she finished, nodding her head, and getting out of bed.
For some reason, she felt hollow on the inside once the words left her mouth. She’d looked down at her own hands while she’d been talking, and Kimberley missed whatever reactions he’d had to her speech.
He was probably relieved, she thought and turned to face him, refusing to be a coward. Her hair was messy after their activities and she tucked the sides behind her ears, finally finding the courage to meet his stare.
Holy. Shit.
His eyes were glowing. Like actually fucking glowing. And that sound she’d attributed to the air condition was coming from him. Larimar’s entire body was vibrating with the force of his growl.
Yes, he was growling alright. And damn, but she found it ridiculously sexy. Her mouth hung open, and she just stood there frozen in the wake of all that power and animal magnetism.
Way to be cool.
Then, as if the growl wasn’t hot enough, the man curled his lip in a wicked sort of grin. The way he stared at her, like she was the only woman in the world, made her whimper with need.
He wasn’t mad, at least, she did not think so, and he could not be turned on. But something was going on with him. Was it possible he was caught somewhere in between?
Whatever he was feeling, it was evident her words had not pleased him. Despite the huge erection jutting from between his legs.
Too bad for him, she thought, and frowned harder.
He’d just have to deal with it, however he wanted to. If he thought she was going to cry and beg, he was in for a surprise. Kim might not be a supermodel, but she was not some self-loathing twit. She was an educated woman and a professional.
None of her other relationships had lasted very long, and sex had never been something to write home about—until now. But so what? She was simply stating the obvious and stopping this whatever it was before it went bad, and she ended up hurt.
Itch scratched. The end.
Clearly, the two of them were not meant to be. Just look at them for Pete’s sake. He was basically a god, and she was, well, her. It was better this way. Easy.
And yet, sadness filled her when she thought of not being with him. Stunned by such a powerful emotion, she blinked back sudden tears and placed a hand over her now aching stomach.
Why should she have such powerful emotions for a man she hardly knew? She turned away, only to be caught by something pulling her back by her blanket-cloak.
Surprise had her gasping when she felt his hands tighten on her waist as he lifted her off the floor and dropped her onto his lap. He then wrapped those steel band arms around her and forced her to meet his eyes.
“You finished? Cause it’s my turn to talk now,” he growled.
“What do you want from me, Larimar?”
The whispered question fell from her lips, shocking her—but not as much as his answer. Larimar’s eyes glowed that inhuman color, his beast watching her from within, and her heart almost beat her to death as he growled his reply.
“Everything.”