Page 91 of Blood Stone

His hand slid up her thigh and slipped over the belt of her jeans.

“Then there are all the chats you and I had on Twitter, when you thought I was just DoveAngel. Ah…you used to tell me everything. I know your soul, Kate Lindenstream.”

Her heart lurched.

His thumb slipped under her tee-shirt to stroke the ultra-sensitive skin by her hipbone and her pelvis thrust in reaction. Garrett’s hand slipped higher, pushing the tee-shirt with it.

Kate opened her eyes. “I want you,” she breathed. “Now.”

The thumping on the door made them both jump. “Garrett!” It was a feminine voice.

Annette, Kate realized. His assistant, the female he had been expecting all along.

Garrett drew in a deep breath, his gaze locked on her. Then he stood upright, bringing her to her feet. He opened the door, and when he turned back to Kate, she saw his jeans were properly fastened.

Annette climbed up into the trailer. “Hi Kate,” she said, as if finding Kate in Garrett’s trailer was an every-day occurrence, not the one-off miracle it really was. She dumped a small pile of files and a laptop computer on the desk and stretched. “There’s some stuff to go over, but I can catch up later,” she told Garrett. “I’m going to get dinner, then go to bed.”

“That sounds like a fine idea,” Kate said. “I’ll walk over to the catering tent with you.”

She carefully didn’t look at Garrett as she left. She didn’t think she would be able to leave if she did.

* * * * *

Adrian arrived back at her trailer around six a.m. and Kate was waiting for him.

As soon as he closed the door, she pushed him up against the wall and kissed him, giving him no time to speak. As she kissed him, she pushed his shirt up his chest, gathering it up.

Adrian broke the kiss. “And hello to you, too,” he said.

“Shut up and fuck me,” she growled.

He grinned. “Hard day at the office, dear?” He shrugged off the shirt, his big muscles – so unlike Garrett’s lean, long ones—bunching into thick, round caps and mounds.

Kate leapt at him again. She kissed him, driving her tongue into him, trying to anchor herself here in the moment. With Adrian.

She stripped him of the rest of his clothes as she kissed him. His hands moved ahead of hers, helping and guiding, until he was naked against her. His cock was like the rest of him; nicely proportioned, veined and with a flaring head. She stroked it and heard him draw in his breath.

His hands settled around her waist and he broke the kiss. “Come here,” he said, his voice altered by his arousal, made thicker and rougher. He picked her up and threw her over his shoulder. She was treated to a view of his taut backside as he threaded his way past her desk, into the bedroom and laid her on the bed. It wasn’t a soft landing, although it didn’t hurt.

“So, you want a fucking, do you?” he growled. His cock was throbbing, making her ache to have him just at the sight of it.

“Yes,” she confessed.

He prowled around the bed to the side table, the early morning sun making tiger stripes on his body through the blinds.

“The blinds, Adrian.”

“Silence,” he commanded, digging in the drawer. “Or I’ll gag you.”

“What the fuck—”

His hand came over her mouth, cutting her off. “Shut. Up. Get it?” His eyes were inches from hers. “Or I’ll ensure you stay shut up while I get to do whatever I want with you.” He smiled. “And I can be very inventive.”

Abruptly she found herself almost hyperventilating, as her mind attempted to encompass ideas she could barely conceive – dozens of them that cascaded in a rush.

His smile grew. “I don’t want to gag you because I like to hear the sounds you make. Especially your screams.” He dropped his hand to her tee-shirt and curled his fingers over the ribbed neckline. “You just don’t get to direct how anything goes for the next little while.” He gave a quick yank and the tee-shirt tore from neckline to hem, exposing her breasts, for she wore no bra. She caught her breath.

“You need to take a break from giving orders for a while,” Adrian said, removing the remains of her tee-shirt. “You’re burning out.”