Page 26 of Courting Gossip (Courting)
He glanced down to the front of his pants. Oh, yeah. Definite perk.
He paced over to the bed. This wasn’t helping. He needed to be sharp right now, on point.Sheneeded him to be that way. She was as caught up in this mess as his actual client. He rubbed a hand over his face. He couldn’t let himself be distracted like this. Sleep. He needed to sleep. Then maybe he could rebuild his immunity to her so he could see straight.
Determinedly, he flipped back the covers on the bed and toed off his shoes. He stripped off his pants, but cursed when he saw the state of his erection. His cock was certainly alert and at attention. He crawled into bed and flung an arm over his eyes.
He had to ignore the damn thing.
That worked about as well as ignoring her had.
Squeezing his eyes shut, he concentrated on all the other hard problems of the day. Gunderson’s schedule was locked up, and his aides would take him straight home afterwards. They weren’t going to let the media near him, but that didn’t mean that the Hill reporters wouldn’t be digging into things from every angle. The hotel employees would be contacted. TMI News would be swarmed. Even the beat cops might be asked questions, and then there was the likely possibility that other hotel guests would come forward, wanting to share the spotlight. He’d gotten ahead of as much of it as he could, but he needed to be ready to react to the things he’d missed.
Or the things he didn’t even know about, like the doozy Genieve had just dropped on him.
‘Ball-peen hammer,’ he muttered. He felt a suspicious tickle in his throat. That didn’t even make sense. Did she even know what one of those looked like?
He shifted on the bed. He hated that she knew that about the senator – and why. He didn’t like thinking about how she made her money.
Butdamn. The tickle in his throat turned into something that sounded suspiciously like a chuckle. It was the wrong time for his sense of humour to return, but he’d never look at breakfast the same again. Bacon with an egg.
A short laugh escaped him, and his erection stiffened.
‘Ah, Jenny,’ he said in exasperation.
She was somewhere in his house right now, maybe just outside his bedroom door. Was she still wearing that little slip of a nightie? Was there anything underneath it? She hadn’t been wearing a bra. He knew that for certain. She’d filled out the flimsy cups of that purple confection. Her nipples hadn’t been stiff, but he’d seen their outline. The bigger mystery was if she’d been wearing panties. Or even a thong? That negligée had been frustratingly short, allowing him to see miles of leg, but hiding the tempting curve of her ass.
His cock surged, making his briefs pull uncomfortably tight. He groaned in defeat and slid a hand under the covers.
Did she even remember the kiss she’d laid on him last night? The one she’d planted on him as she’d come out of the shower with her hair damp and her skin all dewy? Because he sure as hell did. It had jumpstarted his brain and kept it running most of the night.
He got rid of the briefs that were trying to hold back the inevitable and wrapped his hand around his cock. He was rock hard – harder than he’d ever been with the designer she’d figured out he’d bedded.
How the fuck had she known that?
And had he made up the jealousy he’d heard in her voice?
Probably, but he could use it for what he needed right now. He stroked himself up and down and held back a groan. He couldn’t believe he was doing this with her here, but somehow that made it even hotter. Giving up the fight, he grabbed the lubricant from the nightstand to make things even better.
He blew out a hiss of air as he got down to the serious business of jacking himself off. She’d been so soft and sleepy. It had probably been habit when she’d kissed him last night, but he kicked that thought aside and concentrated on how surprising it had felt. How damn good.
He imagined himself coming home again and finding her in his kitchen. He’d liked how comfortable she’d been around him, how trusting she’d been as she’d let him look his fill. He felt the sizzle of attraction on his skin and the way his body warmed.
She’d been within arms’ reach as she’d burned that contract in the fireplace. He pictured himself pulling her up close and kissing her to celebrate. He could feel their lips meshing and their tongues gliding against one another’s. The tent in the covers grew as he pulled up a knee to brace his foot against the mattress. His pumps became faster as he imagined sliding his hands under that purple slip and tugging it over her head. He wanted to see what she’d been hiding underneath it so badly that his balls tightened.
In his mind, he took her right down to the floor in front of the fireplace. With the sun shining through the windows and the fire heating their skin, he stripped her bare. He tore off her were-they-there-or-were-they-not panties and his mouth went to her breast. He had his hand between her legs before she even said his name.
A low groan rumbled through his throat. Oh, yeah, he wanted to hear that. He wanted to hear her moaning his name. He wanted to hear those soft sex sounds she made when something made her feel good.
His hips swung up off the bed when he felt her fingers biting into his shoulders and those primal, sweet sounds filling his ears. He laved her nipple with his tongue. It was hard now and peaked. Her hips rolled as he plunged his fingers into her. She was wet and soft. He thrummed her clit with his thumb.
‘Brody,’ she gasped.
He grabbed the headboard as his hand beneath the sheets pumped his rod urgently. His breaths were coming hard. He imagined her hands tearing at his pants and pushing them down over his hips. He wanted at her as much as she wanted him inside her. Maybe more.
He was tired of watching from afar. He was tired of seeing her with men who paid her for what should come naturally.
He rubbed his thumb over the crest of his raging cock and felt wetness that didn’t come out of a tube. He was so close, his back arched.
He imagined her spreading her legs wide as she lay beneath him. He slid his hand under her bottom and lifted her to just the right angle. His hips jumped as he thrust into her to the hilt. He heard that high-pitched panting again, and became lost in the fantasy. His butt bounced on the mattress as he fucked her hard on the floor in front of his fireplace. Her breasts cushioned his chest as he fought for air, and her fingers dug into his back as she took him eagerly. Her flame-red hair was spread across the floor, and he kissed her smart mouth senseless.
