breath hitched.
He closed his lips over the nub, sucking it deeply into the wet heat of his mouth, his tongue swirling in maddening circles.
Her hips arched off the seat. She dug in her heels, clutching his head close, gritting her teeth and clenching her eyes shut in her effort to breathe and stave off the impending climax rushing toward her.
She might have succeeded had he not chosen that moment to slip one hand under her top, squeezing the hardened tip of her nipple at the same time his other hand slipped a finger into her.
What was a girl to do, faced with such a delicious onslaught of sensations?
Arching off the seat, anchored only by his hands, a guttural sound filled the back of the limo—it took a second to realize it had come from her. Nipples at attention and puckered in painful points, her uterus contracted violently, sending wave after wave of pleasure washing through her.
When her heart resumed beating, she opened her eyes. Connor was still on his knees, his hand still between her legs, his fingers still deeply embedded. Eyes bright, he moved his thumb, brushing her swollen, still-aching nub with the pad while staring into her eyes.
“Thank you,” he whispered. His hand beneath her tank top resumed its petting of her breasts, his other hand still busy.
Thank you, she wanted to say, but her throat still refused to obey her commands for speech.
She tried to back away from the mesmerizing stroking of his hands but found her muscles too weak at the moment.
“Ms. Redd?” Cody’s voice echoed through the car from the speaker.
She had to clear her throat twice but finally managed to answer. “Yes?”
“The first property is up ahead on the right.”
“Thanks, Cody.” She shoved her skirt down reasonably in place and then looked at Connor, who had taken a hand towel from the bar and was mopping up the evidence of her orgasm.
Cheeks flaming, she silently cursed her stupid decision to go pantyless. Whatever had she been thinking?
Connor reclaimed his seat perpendicular from hers as he made a quick adjustment.
By the time Cody rolled to a stop and threw open their door, all was in order.
“I’ll buzz you when we’re ready to be picked up,” she told her driver as he helped her from the car.
“I can wait, ma’am, since I’m yours for the day.”
“That’s not necessary. Really.” Her spine stiffened. Was that a smothered laugh she heard from Connor? She leaned closer to the chauffeur and lowered her voice. “Some clients have a problem relaxing and telling me what they really think of a property when there is someone waiting.”
“Ah.” Cody nodded and stepped back. “I understand. I’ll just go get a coffee and wait for your call. ’Bye.”
Connor stared up the steep circular drive at the red-tiled stucco monstrosity. “This house may be more than I need.”
With a sigh, Andrea put her fists on her hips and glared at him. “How do you know? You haven’t even seen the interior yet.”
“True.” He held out his arm. “Let’s go check it out.”
“I didn’t mean to snap at you,” she mumbled as they made their way up the drive.
“I know. Now tell me about this house.”
“It’s new, recently constructed, Energy Star rated. The floors are pretty much bare still. The builder is waiting for the buyer to pick out the materials.” Bending to swipe her card in the reader, she waited for the key fob to dispense, then opened the beveled glass front door. “Any fixture or appliances you don’t like can be switched out.”
“I understand all that, but I’d kind of hoped to at least see a furnished model.” At her quick glance, he said, “You know, to get an idea of how furniture will fit in here.” He shrugged. “I’m sort of a visual, hands-on kind of guy.”
The massive dusty cement entry opened up to a great room and an open-concept kitchen.
“No formal dining room?” He flipped the lever to turn on a stream of water in the kitchen sink. “Plumbing works.”
In answer, she sighed and walked to a door at the end of the kitchen, opening it as she spoke. “There is a very nice walk-in pantry.”
“But no formal living or dining room.”
The pantry door slammed shut. “No! There is no formal anything. This is a beach house, Junior. What you professed to want, remember? Beach house denotes casual living.”
He watched her chew on her lower lip. “What’s really the problem, Miz Redd? I’d think maybe you didn’t get enough sleep and it made you cranky, but you probably slept as much as me.” He advanced, backing her against the snack bar. “You know what I think?”
Instead of answering, she glared some more and slowly shook her head.
“I think,” he said, pinning her with his eager body, “you’re afraid to be alone with me in this big ole house. Afraid you might not be able to control yourself and will rip my clothes off and have your wicked way with me again.”
Her mouth fell open, but she recovered fast. “Is that the way you remember it? At the very least,” she continued when he nodded, “it was a mutual thing. Something, by the way, I’ve never done.”
His eyebrows rose. “Never? Huh. I didn’t think you were a virgin yesterday.”
“Don’t be ridiculous!” She slapped at his hand, which was toying with her nipple, making it harden through her shirt. “I meant I had never, um, done something like that with a client.” Her cool blue gaze met his. “It was inappropriate.”
“Mmm-hmm.” He trailed kisses down the sweet-smelling side of her neck, bumping his erection against her hips.
“Unprofessional,” she whispered, arching her neck, her hands stroking his back beneath his shirt. “Unethical.”
His mouth covered hers. Hearing how wrong it was to do what they’d done or what he planned to do again was not on his agenda.
Breaking the kiss, he lifted her to sit on the edge of the dusty granite counter and stepped between her legs. “Let’s do it again,” he said as he swooped back in for another taste of her tempting, lying mouth.
A little whimper escaped her as she pulled him tighter to her, the pointy heels of her shoes gouging his backside.
He reacted like a stallion that was being spurred into action. Sheathing himself at the speed of lust, he pulled her closer to the edge, flexed his hips, and impaled her.
They both groaned.
11
Andrea bit Connor’s
