Wooing my Bodyguard Wife

Her mouth ran dry and she had to swallow more than once as she stared at him. He continued to bring their bodies closely together, so much so that her breasts were pressing against his chest, but he didn’t make any additional moves.

She had a feeling if she shoved him aside, he would have let her go. He would not have any hard feelings – he wouldn’t claim she was leading him on and get angry. If he mentioned it again, he would instead make a joke about it, with no hard feelings.

Xue Ning wouldn’t be called all sorts of names for refusing.

Ironically, that’s what made her nod in agreement. Jingwei respected her opinions and her decisions. He wouldn’t hurt her.

And objectively speaking, it was just one kiss. How good could he be at kissing? It wasn’t as though he had two tongues. She rationalised to herself. It wasn’t as though she was sleeping with him.

“So is that a yes?” Jingwei asked with a pleased smile. “I want to hear you say it. I want you to say ‘Jingwei, I want you to kiss me once so that I know you’re the best kisser’.”

This man was so shameless! Xue Ning’s face burned red, but she refused to cower. She had already come this far – she wasn’t going to lose now! She had to beat him at his own game.

“Fine! Sun Jingwei, you shameless bastard, I want you to kiss me once, so that I can prove to – “

Jingwei cut off the rest of her words with a swift kiss, pressing his lips to hers. Xue Ning blinked in surprise, nearly letting out a squeak. This was cheating! She wasn’t ready!

But so far so good – it was just a kiss on her lips. She could handle that. Their lips touched, and she didn’t swoon or catch fire with desire.

In fact, this was just proving that kissing wasn’t all that big of a deal. She wouldn’t die without his kisses.

However, just as she let her guard down, Jingwei made his move.

He clearly had a different idea of what constituted a kiss. His hands drifted from her waist to cradle her face, and he eagerly, gently, nibbled on her bottom lip as he continued to kiss her, with the same fervent adoration and desperation of their first kiss.

Xue Ning’s eyelids fluttered as Jingwei began to kiss her in earnest, enveloping her in his embrace. How was Jingwei so good at this?

This was technically only their second kiss, but Jingwei wanted to make it the best damned kiss Xue Ning would ever get in her life, not only because it would grant him further kisses, but because she deserved to know, to feel, what she did to him.

How she drove him insane with want just by being herself.

The combination of his lips and teeth sent butterflies fluttering in Xue Ning’s stomach and she instinctively raised her arms to loop them around his shoulders, feeling strangely winded. Just as she parted her lips to take a quick breath, Jingwei, that blasted opportunist, eagerly took the chance to push his greedy, eager tongue into her mouth, deepening the kiss even further.

Xue Ning’s whole body tingled as Jingwei claimed her mouth, hungry and intense. She let out a desperate mewl at the new sensations, feeling strangely weak at the knees.

Jingwei felt his entire body heat up at that mewl, similar to what happened when he ate that honey cookie. Now, he was tasting something much sweeter. He wanted to pull more desperate whines from Xue Ning’s lips, he wanted her ragged moans and overwhelmed cries.

He wanted her to beg for more kisses from him.

He wanted her to only think about him, and only him. No other man.

Xue Ning felt Jingwei smirk against her lips as he redoubled his efforts. His hands buried themselves in her soft thick hair, gently tugging it as he continued to tease her with his kisses, taking note of all her reactions and what elicited them.

His tongue left no space unexplored, and the taste of him soon silenced the more rational voice in Xue Ning’s head that was cautioning restraint, that wanted her to push him away before they both went too far. But by the time Xue Ning became aware of her limbs, her fingers had already tangled themselves in Jingwei’s hair and were desperately pulling him closer to her.

Then Jingwei, with the reluctance of a beggar parting from his last coin, released her. Their lips parted with a final exhale from him, but he didn’t move away. He continued to hold her, using this chance to breathe in her scent.

Xue Ning stared at him with hazy eyes that blinked in confusion. She didn’t seem to understand why he stopped.

Jingwei longed to commit this sight to memory. He licked his lips as he stared at her hungrily – Xue Ning’s face was flushed, her hair was a sexy mess, and her lips were swollen red, glistening with spit, after being kissed so thoroughly by him.

Her eyes were still hazy with want. He gulped and widened his legs. His pants were feeling a little too tight, and if Xue Ning bothered to take her eyes off his lips and look down, she would see his lower half standing at attention.

Jingwei never wanted so badly to continue kissing someone before, but he knew that he had to honour his word. He promised to give her only one kiss, and that was all she was getting.

That was not all he wanted though.

He should have bargained for at least 100 kisses. Maybe that would have been enough for him, for one day. Then he would want a thousand for the next, and ten times more than that the following day.

“So… how was it? Good?” Jingwei asked, even though he knew Xue Ning enjoyed the kiss as much as he did, if not more. Smug, possessive satisfaction settled in his gut as he watched her panting for breath.

He did this to her, not anyone else.

“Aren’t I better than all those other men?”