Page 78 of Rookie Move
“Let’s not get carried away.” She choseWorking Girl, which she knew by heart, and sat back to watch the opening montage. The camera swept past the Statue of Liberty and New York Harbor. There were glimpses of the very Brooklyn shoreline where she and Leo now sat. And she’d always had a thing for Carly Simon’s anthem about chasing dreams. This was her go-to pick for the evening after a tough week.
The weight of Leo’s hand on her leg was almost as delicious as the dumplings she munched. She was living out her fantasy right now—holed up with Leo at home after a long day.
When she finished eating, Leo paused the film so she could clear her plate. She stopped on her way to the kitchen. “Can I bring you a drink? I say that not knowing what the choices are. I’ve been out of town...” That and they rarely had visitors. But she kept that to herself.
“I brought a six-pack,” he said, holding up his empty bottle. “I noticed you don’t drink.”
“I drink athome,” she argued, taking the empty from him. Though she never felt like drinking in public. A rape survivor was never supposed to blame herself for what had happened, and Georgia didn’t. Many hours of therapy had made it clear that the only one responsible for a rape was the rapist. But that didn’t mean she was comfortable with the idea of losing control in a place where she was vulnerable...
Leo studied her, his head tilted to the side, as if considering whether he wanted to ask a follow-up question. “Bring two, then,” he said instead. And then his mouth curved into a smile that made her knees feel a little squishy.
She retreated to the kitchen to rinse her plate. The weirdness of having Leo back in her life hadn’t worn off yet, even if he seemed immune to discomfort.You’re mine,Georgia Worthington. In between phone calls at work today, those words had bounced around in her head. They were exciting and more than a little terrifying. She wanted him. And there was little doubt in her mind where the night was headed. If Leo wanted to take her to bed, she wasn’t about to say no.
But she wasn’t quite as sure as he was that they were embarking on a forever-night-stand. She’d used the word “forever” with Leo before, and life had gotten in the way. She wasn’t that naive anymore. There weren’t any promises that couldn’t be broken, even by people as wonderful as Leo.
She uncapped two beers and brought them to the living room. “The Brooklyn Brewery, huh?” she asked, handing one over.
“When in Rome,” he said, patting the sofa cushion next to him.
Georgia started the movie again, hip to hip with Leo. After they finished their beers, he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her back to his chest. As the film progressed, he spread one big hand across her stomach. His fingers began to gently caress her ribcage. The light touch made her shiver.
Those naughty fingertips continued their ministrations, and then his thumb traced the swell of each breast. Georgia began to tingleeverywhere. It wasn’t long before she lost track of the film, her attention focused entirely on his touch, until her breasts felt heavy and overly sensitive in the confines of her bra.
But Leo’s attention was on the screen, and he continued to laugh in all the right places, even as his fingers dipped lower. He skimmed the ticklish part of her belly, making her stomach muscles clench. Then his hand slid down between her legs and he just let it rest there, its heat seeping through the black skirt she’d worn to work today. Waiting.
She forgot to exhale. And when his hand finally retreated, she let out a shaky breath.
“I like this part,” Leo said.
“Wha?” Her eyes swam over to the screen, whereMelanie Griffith was at the bar wearing Sigourney Weaver’s dress. Harrison Ford paid her a compliment. And when everyone’s favorite working girl said, “I have a head for business and a bod for sin,” Leo echoed the line into Georgia’s ear.
Check, please. With a whimper, she arched her body back against his, turned her head and kissed his neck. If his plan had been to ease her into the idea of fooling around, it had worked. She turned toward him and slung one knee over his.
“Hey, I’m trying to watch this movie,” Leo complained with a chuckle. But his very hard cock argued otherwise. She ran a hand down his chest and palmed him, rubbing.
He groaned with appreciation, then kissed her. She forgot all about the movie then. Harrison who? There was only Leo and his big arms encircling her. She slanted her head to the side to improve the angle of their kiss and dove right in.
But Leo was in the mood to take his time. His lips slid over hers with sweet deliberation. He tasted her lower lip, then nibbled on it. Then he moved on to her upper lip, teasing and tasting it.
Georgia felt herself growing more impatient by the minute. So she tugged on the hem of his T-shirt, lifting it over his head.
Leo laughed. “Do you always get naked in your living room?”
Only when you’re here. “Becca won’t be home for hours.”
“I see,” he whispered, his voice like smoke. Beneath her, his superhero torso rippled as he lifted his arms to catch her in another kiss. She leaned in, eager for more. But again, he tasted her slowly, like she was a fine wine he was trying to evaluate, when she wished he’d just gulp her down like a Gatorade before an overtime period.
As they kissed, his big hands began to wander her body, his touch reverent. Georgia could work with that. She stroked his pecs and tweaked his nipples, earning a groanfor her trouble. Their kisses grew deeper, and she began to float into a lovely place of pure arousal, where nothing mattered but this.
“Gigi?”
“Hmm?”
“Was it easy for you to have sex again after you...” He bit the end of the sentence off.
Noooo!her libido complained.Thattopic would only put her happy, sexy bubble in danger of bursting. Georgia leaned down and kissed him again, ignoring the question. He opened for her immediately, and she accepted the invitation, deepening the kiss. He tasted like the local lager. He tasted like happiness.
But when they came up for air, he pulled his head back and looked at her. “I need to know, Gi. So I don’t do the wrong thing.”
