Page 30 of The Hacker
The limo glided up just as they exited the restaurant.
“How did the driver know?” she asked as Leland opened the car door.
“I sent a preset text message. No need to even look at my phone to do it.”
“I thought he was a mind reader or something.” She slid across the leather seat so Leland could fold himself into the space that suddenly seemed smaller than before. He set the bag on the floor, took the wine from her, and slotted both bottles into holders in the limo’s side console. The privacy screen between them and the driver was already raised.
“Your place, my place, or a hotel?” he asked, taking her hand and raising it to brush his lips over her knuckles. “Wherever you prefer is fine with me.”
“My place.” She felt safest on her own turf.
“Good. I don’t want to wait much longer.” He turned her hand to kiss her palm, his warm breath sending a shiver through her. “What’s the address?” he asked, pushing the intercom button on the console.
“Right. The driver isn’t a mind reader.” She rattled off her street address and the driver confirmed that he’d heard it.
Leland settled back onto the seat beside her. She liked that he sat close enough that their bodies grazed against each other from shoulder to knee, yet he didn’t crowd her. Instead he twined his fingers with hers and rested their joined hands on his thigh. “Would you like a glass of wine en route? The limo is equipped with appropriate glassware.”
“We’d have to chug it because my apartment is about five minutes from here.” There was a nervous quaver in her voice that she couldn’t quite suppress. She hoped he hadn’t heard it.
“A most convenient commute.” The Georgia honey was deep and thick in his voice now. It seemed to slide through her, rich and sweet and sexy.
“That’s why I chose my apartment. Easy to walk to and from the gym.” Nerves were beginning to tighten her chest.
He stroked the back of her hand with his thumb. The tiny friction sent a ripple of sensation skimming through her. She needed more to keep the fear at bay. She pushed up from the seat and swung her leg up and over his thighs so she knelt on his lap, facing him. He released her hand so he could wrap his fingers around her waist to steady her.
“No use wasting those five minutes,” she said before she cupped his face and brought her lips to his.
Oh my God, the man knew how to kiss. He found the perfect angle for their mouths and took full advantage of it. His lips were warm, firm, and delicious. When he drew her bottom lip into his mouth with gentle suction, she moaned and rocked her hips into the erection she could feel through his jeans. His grip tightened on her waist as he tilted her hips to press against him in exactly the right spot to make her arch and gasp.
She jerked in surprise when the driver’s voice announced that they had arrived.
Leland smiled into her eyes in a way that sent extra heat surging through her. “We could just stay here.”
“The driver would make me self-conscious,” she said, shifting off his lap. And the space was too confined.
Leland swung the door open and climbed out first, reaching back in to help her. She decided the lasagna and wine could stay in the limo. She didn’t want to risk losing the scorching arousal that overwhelmed every other feeling at this moment.
As always she had her keys in her pocket, her free hand already curled around them. It was pure reflex. At least she could skip her customary scan of the entrance hall and the staircase as she led Leland into her building and up the stairs. When she keyed in the combination for the dead bolt, she felt him brush against her back, making panic flicker briefly. She shoved it down and pushed open the door, turning off the beeping alarm.
She glanced up to see his eyebrows raised, but he made no comment about her array of security measures. Instead he closed the door behind them and pressed her against the wall in her foyer, his fingers curving around her head so that he could angle it for a kiss. She tried to lose herself in the pleasure of his mouth, but the feeling of being trapped began to build. She used a modified self-defense move to spin them both so that their positions were reversed. He broke the kiss to look down at her with a slight frown. She didn’t want to answer the questions she could see forming in his brain, so she drew his head down again to meet her lips and bent her knee up against the wall to lever herself against his hard cock. The distraction worked on both of them as he cupped her bottom, his fingers digging into her buttocks to pull her in tight to him.
“I want your breasts,” he said against her lips. “Where’s your bedroom?”
“Let’s sit on the couch the way we did in the limo,” she said. “I liked that.”
“No argument here.” He used his hold on her butt to lift her feet off the floor. She wrapped her legs around his hips, opening herself further to the exquisite pressure against the V of her thighs. Every step jostled them together, spinning ropes of yearning through her.
“Yes, oh, God, yes!” she gasped as he walked.
And then he turned to drop down onto the couch, staying toward the front edge so her legs didn’t slam into the back cushions. She unhooked her ankles from behind his back and scrambled up to plant a knee on each side of his thighs. This was a position she felt confident in.
She laid her palms on either side of his face and hooked her fingers around the temples of his glasses. “How badly do you need these?”
“In this kind of situation, I work mostly by touch.” His smile was sin personified.
“A good strategy.” She gently lifted the glasses from his face, the tortoiseshell temples warm from where they had lain against his head. She felt a strange urge to bring them to her cheek to soak in his body heat indirectly. Instead, she folded the temples in and placed the glasses on the console table behind the sofa. “Now I don’t have to worry about breaking them.”
The flame in his eyes burned even brighter. Or else it seemed easier to read his emotions without the mask of his glasses to conceal them.
