Page 49 of Courting Gossip (Courting)
‘I’m not, but it’s got to come off.’
He squeezed her bottom again, sending her right up on her toes. She rolled her shoulders and the heavy fabric slid down her arms. For a moment, it hung there, hiding what he was doing to her. Finally, she dropped her hold on him and tossed the jacket onto the chair where she’d been sitting.
If he could touch, so could she. Her hands burrowed under his T-shirt. ‘So does this,’ she said.
She pushed it up, exploring the tapestry of muscle that awaited. He was hard and lean. She’d seen him in the gym. He put the same intense focus into his workouts as he did everything else. She worked his shirt up until she could kiss his ribcage. He ripped the T-shirt over his head and it landed on the chair too.
She looked at his chest, and her breaths hit him hard. ‘Oh, God. Is this what they’re supposed to look like?’
He caught a fistful of her hair, and she bit her lip. She hadn’t been thinking. The first rule of escorting at Luxxor was to make the client feel like they were the only one. She’d just said the first thing that had come into her head.
She worried that she’d put him off, but then his mouth was on hers again, his tongue pressing deep. She snuggled up close. He was tall and hard and so warm. She could feel the heat emanating from him as well as she could feel the fire at her feet.
What was that he’d said about feeling good? He felt good. This felt fantastic.
His hands met at the middle of her back, and her bra loosened. He kissed her cheek and nipped at her ear. ‘Put it on the pile.’
His hands slid around to capture her breasts, and Genieve felt her nipples poke into his palms. An ache of need ran through her, tightening in her belly, and she had to squeeze her eyes shut and take a moment.
‘Like that?’ he whispered into her ear.
‘Oooooh,’ she moaned when he became more devious. He cupped her breasts, pushing them high, and thrummed her nipples with his thumbs. She let out a whimper. He was watching everything he was doing to her and gauging her reactions. She tore the bra off, tangling with the elastic straps, before throwing it mindlessly towards the clothes chair.
‘Brody,’ she cried when he caught her by the backs of her thighs and lifted her. She grabbed his shoulders and her legs went naturally around his waist, but then he had her right where he wanted her.
His mouth latched onto her breast, and he began sucking her nipple hard.
‘Oh,’ Genieve gasped. ‘Oh.’
His hands had found her bottom again, and her head fell back as pleasure rocked her. Her nipple felt huge in his hot, wet mouth. He licked at her and then nipped. Just when she thought she couldn’t take it any more, he switched to her other breast. He used his tongue to press her nipple tight against the roof of his mouth, and he tugged hard.
Her nails dug into his shoulders, and her hips began twitching against him as want became need.
When he finally turned her loose, he was breathing hard. His damp breaths hit her skin as he pressed his face into her cleavage. Genieve held him there, massaging the back of his neck.
‘Are you sure about this?’ he asked.
‘Are you?’
The room tilted as he took her to the floor. Genieve clutched at him, but then felt the carpet against her back. They were right in front of the fireplace. She could hear every snap, crackle and pop. He was on his knees, and her legs were still wrapped around his waist. It lifted her hips in the most erotic way.
Letting her eyelids go heavy, she rocked against the hard bulge filling the cradle between her legs. His lavender eyes flared, and his fingers bit into her hips. Deliberately, she ran her hands up her body and covered her breasts. She squeezed her nipples between her fingers, and he bucked hard against her.
Then he was crawling up over her fast. She reached for him but, instead of kissing her, he stared down into her eyes.
‘No tricks.’ That flat, rigid expression was back on his face. ‘We’re adding that to the list.’
‘Tricks?’ she said in confusion. He had her so aroused, she didn’t understand. Tricks…of the trade? She inhaled sharply as the insult bit deep.
The stoic expression on his face broke, but it was too late. She pushed him away, furious, and unwound herself from him.
‘I’m sorry,’ he said.
‘You son-of-a-bitch.’
‘I thought you were…’
‘Servicing you?’ Funny, it was the first time in a long time she’d been fully involved and not having to go someplace else in her mind to imagine…him.
