Page 52 of Courting Gossip (Courting)
She let out a moan when he kissed her calf instead. His hands spread wide as he stroked her skin, and hot kisses and licks moved up her body.
‘Ooooooh,’ she moaned.
Seduction wasn’t what she’d expected. He rubbed the backs of her thighs and kissed the back of her knees. When his hands settled over her butt cheeks again, she couldn’t help but clench them. She was surprised when he placed a hot intimate kiss where she was most sensitive.
Her body began to shake. She wasn’t used to being pampered, but that was what he was doing. He kissed his way up her spine and massaged her shoulders. His big hands slid underneath her to capture her breasts again as he nuzzled against her neck.
‘Your body is incredible,’ he said.
‘I like yours. When are you going to let me touch you?’
‘When I’m not in danger of going off like a teenager.’
She smiled as she watched the flames. She could imagine them flaring inside her, growing out of control and making her sweat. ‘You know what they say, Brody. All work and no play.’
‘Make a horny bastard.’
His weight finally settled onto her wiggling hips. Genieve went still when his thick erection bumped against her opening. He adjusted her slightly on the pillow and then the pressure began. He slid in easily, and the position allowed him to go deep.
She pressed her forehead into her pillow. ‘Oh, God,’ she groaned as he began to move.
He fitted her perfectly, like a key in a lock. As he thrust she felt every inch of him, and he was going slowly, making sure to draw out each stroke.
Her fingers dug into her pillow. She wanted to touch him. She wanted to kiss, but all she could do was lie there and take him. She ground her breasts into his hands and lifted her hips to try to make him pump faster. His weight came down more heavily upon her, and he kept the pace slow.
He rode her for what felt like for ever.
‘Still angry with me?’ he asked against her ear.
‘Yes.’
‘Think you’ll get over it?’
She wiggled her hips, trying to get the pillow to rub her clit. ‘I’m getting there.’
He let out a chuckle. ‘Guess I’ll just have to work harder.’
Her heart tripped over itself. He laughed during sex; she never would have guessed that. He braced his hands on either side of her head, and she caught his wrists. His thrusts gradually became harder. More purposeful. She could feel her bottom juddering with each deep pump.
‘Oh, God. Brody!’
‘Come,’ he said, his voice raspy. His thrusts became more urgent. ‘Come for me, Jenny.’
Genieve dissolved. Just melted into a puddle of pleasure beneath him. But even as her head spun, a spark of fear sprang up inside her. This wasn’t going to be like any escorting gig she’d had before.
Ever.
When it was over, he pulled her into his arms. She tried to judge what was going on in his head, but his lavender gaze was steady on the fire. She threaded her fingers through his hair. It was ruffled, and his breaths were ragged.
He cleared his throat. ‘Are you hungry? Do you want some breakfast? Somebody made some bread.’
‘Don’t tease me,’ she murmured.
‘I’m not.’ He hooked a strand of her hair behind her ear and, finally, looked at her. The expression on his face showed as much surprise as she felt. ‘After all the drama, it turned out great.’
