Page 93 of When He Defends
She jerked.
“So did Owen Porter, her ever so loyal lover and guard.”
He put the massage bottle down. Rubbed his palms together. Got them slick with the oil.
He had really big hands to go along with the rest of him.
“Owen wouldn’t tip off anyone about who we are. I mean, why would he?”
“I notice that you saidOwenwouldn’t, but you didn’t deny that your mother might commit such an act.” His hands returned to her thighs.
She gave a little gasp because that must have beenwarmmassage oil in the bottle. “My m-mother isn’t happy with our partnership.” Understatement.
“And if she isn’t happy, she might get her guard dog to do her dirty work for her.” His hands began to rub slow circles on her inner thighs.
Ohmygosh, that feels good.
He’d started those circles about two inches above her knees. But ever so carefully, he was inching up. Staying focused on theinsideof her thighs.
“Then, of course, there is Nathaniel,” Gray rumbled.
Her eyes had started to sag closed. “Who?”
He laughed softly. His thumbs pressed deeper into her inner thighs.
She moaned.How can this feel so good?Her hands flew behind her so she could balance on the table.
“Nathaniel Hadaway,” Gray elaborated as his fingers kept working. “The idiot ex. He knew about the case, courtesy, no doubt, of your mother. He’d want you to fail here. Both so that he could make you look bad and thus hopefully get your jobandso that he’d please the senator.” His thumbs pressed ever deeper, and then his big hands slid up another inch. Up and up, smoothing carefully and rubbing, gliding over her skin thanks to the massage oil.
They should stop. They had a case to work but…
We are supposed to be playing the part of a couple that just can’t keep their hands off each other. Gray already set the stage as the possessive and jealous lover.
But he’d confessed to truly being jealous. He’d said the feeling was real.
All of her feelings for him were real.
“Eyes on me, Emerson.”
Her lashes lifted.
She found him staring at her with savage hunger. Burning lust. And… “Gray?”
His thumbs pushed into her thighs. Hit a spot that had been tight on her right thigh and sent a twisting blast ofalmostpain and ever-so-much pleasure pulsing through her.
“You can’t trust anyone but me,” he told her.
She nodded. She wanted those fingers of his to keep going.Up, up, please.
“I trust you,” he added, voice low and thick and rasping with desire. “I’d trust you to have my six any day of the week.”
“That’s the…” She had to wet her lips. Suck in a deep gasp of air. “That’s one of the nicest things you’ve ever said to me.”
His massaging hands rose higher, pushing up her skirt even more. If she’d looked down, she knew she would have seen her panties because the skirt was raised that high. But she didn’t look down. Her eyes stayed on his.
“I’m not nice.” One hand slid under the crotch of her panties. Slid between her folds. Over her clit. Rubbing. Rubbing…
She rocked against his hand.
