Page 77 of Courting Gossip (Courting)
No, she couldn’t. Bending his knees, he swept her off her feet.
‘Brody,’ she said in protest.
‘We know one thing that calms you down.’ He carried her across the room towards the big-screen TV. He put her back on her feet and kissed her forehead. ‘Let me distract you.’
She sighed, but tension still radiated from her like static electricity. He swept her top over her head and moved down to her shorts. The Daisy Dukes again. It was a wonder he got any work done around here. He peeled them over her hips and down her toned legs. He kissed her knee on his way back up.
She circled her arms around his neck. ‘Sorry your “girlfriend experience” has been a bit extreme.’
He looked into her face. That contract could burn in hell for all he cared. He didn’t want an experience, he wanted her. ‘I signed up for it, and I plan to see it through.’
He kissed her, pulling her close. Concern lined her forehead and there was a hint of dark shadows under her eyes. He didn’t want her worrying about him. He was spending enough time worrying about her.
He undid the tab of her bra and worked the straps over her shoulders. It was another pretty piece of Lycra and lace, but what she hid underneath it was even prettier. He dropped a kiss upon the curve of her breast.
‘You too,’ she whispered.
She tugged at his T-shirt, and he took it off. His belly cinched tight when she kissed his chest and trailed her fingers over his abs. Finally, she laid her head against him and wrapped her arms around his waist. Their bodies connected from heart to groin, and his fingers tangled in her hair. He loved the feel of her against him, her naked breasts against his chest and her hips cradling his.
His hands glided under her panties, and he caressed her bottom. ‘What can I do to help? Do you need anything? Who can I hurt?’
‘You’ve already done so much.’ She tilted her head back until the ends of her fiery hair tickled his wrists. ‘Have I thanked you? You got me out of that hotel room, you hid me away, and now…this.’
She didn’t have to thank him. He couldn’t have stayed back and done nothing.
He picked her up and settled her on the beanbag chair. ‘If you’re going to thank me for something, thank me for this.’
He peeled her panties off and dropped to his knees before her. The beanbag shifted as she tried to sit up. The thing might not offer much support, but it was perfect for what he had in mind. ‘Lie back and relax.’
He shifted the malleable chair until her hips were propped up.
Her eyebrows rose. ‘Relax?’
He grinned, and her breath hitched. She sat forward and caught his face in her hands. ‘You need to do that more often.’
He looked into her green eyes. ‘Let me do this, and I will.’
Their mouths locked in a deep kiss as he encouraged her back down. He covered her breasts with his hands as he kissed her neck and down her breastbone. He caressed her curves in slow circles and felt her nipples bump into his palms. He kept going, down and down. Her belly quivered as he licked her skin. He scooted back until he hovered over his destination.
He gave a gentle push at the insides of her knees. With a groan, she let them drop open. She spread her thighs wider for him and dug her heels into the carpeting. Brody petted her and felt the tension inside her shift.
‘Yes,’ he whispered. That was what he wanted.
Finally, he dropped his head. Using his thumbs, he spread her for an intimate kiss. Her hips trembled and her back arched. Glancing up, he saw her nipples stiff and pointing at the ceiling. His cock hardened, and he couldn’t help but rock against the floor.
‘Oh, God. Brody!’
He kissed her pussy again, taking his time, and her hand clamped onto his shoulder. Her red nails bit, and he knew he was doing something right. He licked in a long stroke along her swells and grooves. She shook, and he settled in for a long stay.
Neither of them said any more. There was no need. The sound of her sighs and cries told Brody everything he had to know.
He ate at her slowly, taking his time. She was slick and plump and pink. She was shaved smooth, and he took advantage of it, exploring and experimenting. She felt so soft against his face as he got up close and personal, yet part of him was curious to know how she’d look natural. He was pretty sure she didn’t dye her hair to get that colour. How would she look with a red patch between her legs?
His cock strained against his zipper.
He laved her opening with his tongue, and the beans inside the chair crackled as her body twisted. He cupped his hands over her breasts again and pinched her nipples. The cry she let out was throaty and full of need.
He kept at it, slow and easy, until he felt her muscles start to shake. He’d taken his time, but she needed to come. He focused on her clit and sucked in firm, long pulls.
