Loverboy (The Company #2) - Sarina Bowen Page 0,64
hands.
“Honey,” Gunnar rumbles. “Let’s get you onto the bed.”
“No,” I say, because I don't like how easily he's won me over. At least from the neck down.
“Cool, cool,” he says between kisses. “Maybe you want to hop up on the counter. Or maybe you’re hoping I’ll bend you over the couch.”
Ungh. Yes, please. Do us on the couch!
“Here's the thing, though,” Gunnar pauses while his mouth takes an erotic journey across my collar bone, and my skin erupts in goosebumps. “The condoms are in the bedroom.”
“Oh,” I gasp. Suddenly his bedroom sounds like a good plan. “Okay.”
He doesn’t take my hand and lead me in there, however. That’s what a gentleman would do. Gunnar bends his knees, hoists me off the floor and tosses me over his bare shoulder. My shoes fall off and land with twin thuds on the floor.
I’m so startled that it takes me a moment to let my shriek of outrage fly. All I can see from this angle is the floor moving, and Gunnar’s butt.
It’s a spectacular butt. Still, I prefer to travel under my own power. A moment later the ride is over, though. He tosses me onto a giant bed, and I land ungracefully in the center of his comforter.
I glance around at the huge room. It’s such a bachelor pad, with nothing on the walls except for a framed poster of the original Matrix movie. One wall, though, is covered from floor to ceiling in bookshelves. And every one of them is full of books.
My heart beats a little faster. I love a man who reads. I trust a man who reads. And not just Golf Digest, either, like my ex.
When I glance back toward Gunnar, his tuxedo pants are already missing. Then he hooks his thumbs in the waistband of his briefs and pushes them right off. The most gorgeous naked man that I have ever seen in my life is stalking toward me, his erection jutting up and out. He means business. He wants me.
Oh boy, my hormones whisper. It’s finally happening. Gunnar Scott is going to do us. Right now.
20
Gunnar
I put a knee onto the bed, bracing myself on my hands, and take in Posy’s expression. Her lips are bitten with my kisses, and the pulse point at her throat flutters wildly. She’s a little bit stunned, and a whole lot turned on.
I’m done holding back. She and I have been dancing around each other for way too long.
And I’ve had it with this whole stupid night. I’m relieved that Posy finally knows the truth.
Hours ago—which seems like another lifetime—she finally got over her hesitation to go slumming with a guy like me. I couldn’t believe that she asked me to dinner and I had to say no, for so many reasons.
I’ve had it with a lot of those reasons, too. My life is seriously complicated. And thanks to me, so is Posy’s. Whenever I picture her standing right in front of a violent criminal, I feel cold all over.
But she’s safe right now. And I’m going to pretend for an hour or two that everything isn’t a goddamn mess. I’m going to reduce the evening to a simple equation that both Posy and I can understand. Her plus me on this bed.
“Paxton,” I bark. “You’re thinking too hard again.”
“No, I’m not,” she argues automatically.
“Okay, prove it.”
Posy scowls at me. But she never could back down from a dare. She lifts her top over her head and tosses it away. Then she kicks off her skirt.
I suck in a breath when I see her sitting in the center of my bed in nothing but tiny little lace panties and a black demi bra. “You’re trying to kill me, right? That’s why you put this on and followed me into a hotel?”
“No!” She makes an irritated noise. “This underwear wasn’t for you.”
“Uh huh.” I straddle her thighs, tilt her chin up toward mine, and kiss her until she whimpers. Slowly, I drag my thumb across the swells of her breasts. “You are spectacular,” I whisper. “I was a twenty-one-year-old bartender who used to dream of doing this.” I lie her back onto the bed and then lower my face between her breasts. I tease the lace cups down until her rosy nipples protrude above the fabric. And then I circle first one and then the other with my tongue.
“Oh boy,” she moans. “Unnngh.”
I dip and swirl and suck, until she pushes my face away. “What the hell? I’m busy here.”