Page 29 of Blood Stone

Chapter Seven

Garrett reread the Tweet again. @DoveAngel. Seconds at the ready. Swords or revolvers?

So, Roman would be there with her.

He put his phone back in his jacket pocket. The response had come in quickly, which meant Kate either had privileged access to Roman, or he had been right there with her as she sent the message.

Either possibility put Roman into the more-than-friends category, as she had agreed too easily and quickly to bring him to what she would consider to be a humiliating meeting.

“I’ll need an extra day in the city,” he told the four men assembled around the table with him. “Tom, see to the hotel arrangements and let Boston know, will you?”

MacDonald looked up from his laptop. “And September?”

“I’ll know by tomorrow. Go ahead and prepare the papers. We’ll see what happens.”

* * * * *

Roman’s smile faded as his dark eyes studied her. Kate could hear her own heartbeat in her chest, as total silence gripped the trailer.

“I mean, if you have no objections to being used as a sex object and etc.,” she tacked on, realizing that she should probably give him the option to protest.

Adrian walked toward the door, and for one nauseous moment she thought that she really had offended him so much, he was leaving. For the three seconds it took him to reach the door, her mind blanked out and something close to bewildered panic gripped her, as she tried to think of a way to undo whatever damage she had just done.

Then he gripped the handle, pushed and twisted it to make it lock. He turned back to face her and this time, the hot expression in his eyes was as easy to read as print. Easier.

Kate’s breath whooshed out of her in a heavy exhalation, and arousal replaced it. Time slowed down as he moved toward her and Kate realized that he intended to start now, right this minute. And she had no objections whatsoever. She was pulsing, vibrating with eagerness.

As his thighs pushed up against her knees, Kate lifted her chin expectantly. She had waited for this kiss. Savoured it in her mind. She had wondered what it might taste like.

His lips brushed up against hers. Hovered, as his hands settled around her waist. This close, his eyes seemed blacker than night.

Her heart was hurting, so hart was it beating.

She lifted her mouth up, to kiss him, but he drew back. Away from her. Just enough to avoid her lips.

“You wouldn’t kiss a real sex toy, would you?” he asked.

She wanted to protest that he wasn’t really a sex toy. But that was the bargain she had just struck, she realized with a small pang of doubt.

Before her doubt could solidify any further, Adrian lifted her off the desk and flipped her. It was done with what seemed like no effort on his part. One minute she was sitting with her butt on the edge of the desk. Then she was scooped and turned and her hands planted on top of her files and papers.

Adrian pressed up behind her, stealing her breath away. She could feel his cock, a rigid shaft, pressing against her ass. It stifled anything she might have said.

His thumbs hooked into the waistband of her jeans, by her hips. Kate pressed back into him, encouraging him. She looked back over her shoulder.

“Be careful what you invite,” he growled.

He tore her jeans from her in one long wrench, turning them inside out, and taking her panties with them. He pulled the hems over her shoes. “Keep them on,” he said. “You’ll need the height.”

The shoes were modest three inch Ferigamo pumps, her most comfortable pair. Blue, the same colour as her tee-shirt.

Adrian straightened up, drawing his hands up along her legs, over her hips, making her shudder. When he reached the waist of her tee-shirt his fingers snagged the cotton and kept rising, bringing the tee-shirt with them.

She caught her breath, dazed, as she realized he intended to strip her in two swift movements.

He picked up the band of her bra and drew the shirt and bra up over her head. They were tossed onto the cabinets, as his hand pressed on her back, pushing her back down to the desk.

Kate moaned, taking her weight on her hands once more. He had bent her over far enough that she was almost at a perfect ninety degrees.