Page 90 of Blood Stone
“Did Kate calm down after I left?” he asked, lifting his head.
His eyes widened.
“No, she didn’t,” Kate told him. “The entire night’s filming was probably a very expensive waste of fucking time.”
His jaw rippled. He slowly lowered the towel in his hand to the butter-coloured sofa. “I’m sorry.”
“Really?” She fought to stay angry, but…goddamn it, he was virtually naked. And her gaze kept trying to slide down the length of his body. His height had never been a mystery, but all the suits and shirts had emphasized only than he was lean. They’d never hinted at the muscles stored under there. He actually had a six pack and that delicious ridge of pelvic muscle that arrowed down under the towel…
She dragged her gaze back up to his face. “Can you get dressed?”
It was the wrong thing to say. It told him far too much about her state of mind. She should have said nothing and suffered in silence. But it was too late now. It hung there between them, that she needed him dressed in order to deal with him, because him naked was too much for her to handle.
Kate felt her cheeks heat. She was blushing.
She hadn’t blushed since high school, maybe junior high school.
Great. And the more uncomfortable she got about blushing, the more heated her cheeks grew.
Garrett’s expression hadn’t changed, but she could feel the shift in his attention. From neutral to…wary.
“I can change if ye want me to. Wait just a bit.” He walked back into the bedroom and re-emerged barely thirty seconds later wearing jeans…and nothing else. Worse, the fly of the jeans were at half-mast.
Kate felt her pulse zoom through the ceiling. “You call that better?” she demanded and her voice was hoarse.
Garrett padded toward her and her breath caught. He stopped in front of her and reached behind her, making her lean backwards. “I thought you might find it preferable to me undoing them in front of you before I tuck my shirt in. My shirt is behind ye there.” His voice was low.
“Your accent has changed,” she whispered.
“Aye, I tend to get a bit clumsy with my phrasing when I’m relaxed…or aroused.”
He was still reaching behind her, still leaning over her. His eyes were incredibly blue this close up.
“Stop looking at me like that, Kate,” he whispered. “Or I’ll not be responsible for what happens next.”
“The documents you showed me—”
“I burned them.”
Her heart leapt. “Calum…”
His arm came around her back and pulled her in against him and now he wasn’t just leaning over her. He was holding her against him. And hewasaroused. She could feel his cock, throbbing inside his jeans, up against her hip.
She moaned.
Garrett was breathing hard, his chest rising and falling with it. “You want me. Tell me, Kate. Let me hear it.”
His hand was stroking the back of her thigh, making her melt, making her want more.
Making her want him more than ever. But saying the words was difficult. It was an admission of weakness.
He brought his head close to hers, his lips by her ear. “Close your eyes.”
She closed them.
“You used to watch me on TV, didn’t you, Kate? Late night shows, political debates, business profiles. You know my voice. You heard it long before you met me.”
She shivered. True.
