Page 48 of Courting Gossip (Courting)
The devil. She could see why people hired him to handle tricky situations. He excelled at this.
‘Just do what feels good,’ he said, his voice barely carrying above the crackle of the fire.
‘You’ll have to tell me what that is,’ she teased.
‘Oh, I will, but I meant what feels good for you.’
She blinked, but then smiled at him slowly. ‘I don’t think you understand the role of an escort.’
‘I thought I could make my own rules.’
‘Wemake the rules.’
‘Don’t you want to feel good?’
Thunder rolled outside, and a shudder went through her. Enough. This verbal thrusting and parrying was turning her on more than anything any of her previous clients had done before. But she didn’t want to lump Brody in with them. She didn’t want to think of them at all.
She uncurled from the chair and picked up his pad of paper and a pen. ‘I think we’ve lined everything out pretty well. Why don’t you write it all down for Nina?’
He pushed the pen and paper back at her. ‘Are you sure you don’t want to do it?’
Oh, she was sure. She let her hair fall to the side and opened the jacket wide. She rolled her hips ever so slightly. ‘This is all about trust, Brody.’
Their gazes connected, and he nodded in understanding. Bowing his head, he began to write. Soon, the list they’d negotiated was there in his crisp, clean script. He held the pen out for her.
She shook her head. ‘I’m sure you got it all.’
‘You need to sign it too. Then it will be official.’
‘Isn’t that what the contract is for?’
‘This will be our own private one until we get that ironed out with Luxxor.’
Such a stickler for details. Genieve took the pen and bent at the waist to sign on the lined spiral notebook page. He stood with her as she rose again.
And then he was on her.
The pen dropped from her hand, hit the edge of the coffee table and cartwheeled off. His hands slid around her waist, underneath the jacket, and he pulled her to him. Their bodies bumped together hard. His mouth settled over her surprised gasp, and then he was kissing her senseless.
Genieve was still off-balance when he backed her up against the wall. She caught his shoulders, and his weight pressed into her.
Oh, God. He wasn’t blinking. He was calling her bluff.
He broke the kiss to run hot pecks down her neck. ‘Where did you get the crazy idea that I didn’t want you?’
She knew he wanted her, but want didn’t amount to much when it was always overruled by common sense. He was only giving into it now because the logic had turned.
But damn, he must have the willpower of an ox.
She arched her neck and threaded her fingers through his dark hair. His mouth was hungry, and the erection bumping against her stomach seemed impatient. ‘You’ve got me now,’ she said, giving in.
When want and logic aligned, they were a powerful duo. And he wasn’t the only one who’d wanted.
His mouth settled over hers again, and she kissed him back. She swept her tongue along his lower lip, and his hands clamped onto her bottom. With her thong providing only strategic coverage, the touch was skin on skin. She moaned when his fingertips dug in. A growl bubbled up from his throat, and he rocked her hips forward so he could grind against her.
‘Did you sleep in this?’ he asked.
‘Sorry if I got it wrinkled.’
