Page 78 of Courting Gossip (Courting)
‘Ah!’ she cried.
Her thighs rocked in and then out. Her hips jumped, straining for completion. Her back arched, and he cupped his hand underneath her. His fingers bit into her bottom, and his other hand caught at her calf. With a gentle, barely-there nip of his teeth, he finished her.
Her cry filled the man cave…or maybe he needed to change the name to the playroom. Her body rocked with pleasure. Brody eased up, but kept rubbing and licking until she was fully blissed out beneath him.
He rocked back onto his knees to look at her. She lay arched over the beanbag chair, a gorgeous mess of woman. He’d wanted to do that for her. He’d thought it would be enough, but he needed her too.
He pulled condoms out of the tiny drawer in the end table between the easy chairs. He’d hid them around his home like Easter eggs in the hope of being prepared. He took no time pushing off his jeans and readying himself. She lifted her arms as he climbed back over her. He penetrated her in one long stroke and began rocking.
‘That was beautiful,’ she whispered.
‘You’re beautiful.’ He’d always thought so. She could stop a room when she entered, but combine that with her cheek and wit, and he was hooked. He’d developed a reputation in a tough city, but she’d never been intimidated by him. She’d teased and winked until he couldn’t ignore her. He’d tried to stay indifferent – she wasn’t only involved with his client, she was anescort. In the end, none of that mattered.
He’d gotten her away from Gunderson. Now, if he could only get her away from Luxxor…
The girlfriend experience…His hips thrust faster. He wanted more than that. He wanted the real deal.
He braced his hands flat on the floor as he pumped into her. She was so hot, he couldn’t believe it. So relaxed, she offered no resistance. He looked at her sleepy green eyes and her hair splayed out like flames. Her full breasts bounced and their bellies rubbed. And just like that, he came.
Her hands swept down to his rear and she clenched hard. His head dropped, and he ground against her. At last, his weight fell upon her warm, welcoming body. The beanbag chair beneath them hissed and bunched.
She kissed his temple. ‘Thank you,’ she whispered.
‘Whatever you need,’ he said gruffly.
He was her man.
