He turned away, shaking his head at the situation he found himself in. He searched for his socks, finding one in the corner of the bedroom, the other under the bed. Dammit, Kimberly was going to have to pay more attention to where she threw his clothing.
“Dane’s not a stupid man.” Jared yawned again, obviously dismissing the subject. “He knows you’ll take care of her.”
Yeah. Flat on her f**king back with her feet around her ears while his c**k plowed into her. That was how he was going to end up taking care of her if he wasn’t extremely careful.
As far as he was concerned, Dane had lost his f**king mind.
“You would think so,” he grunted at the comment. “You would definitely think so.”
* * * * *
Lord save him!
Ian leaned against the wall of the airport waiting area and watched as Courtney made her way from the escalator and looked around the crowded terminal with a slight frown on her face. She hadn’t caught a glimpse of him yet, for which he was extremely thankful. It gave him a moment to catch his breath.
How could he have forgotten how damned pretty she was? Her long, dark brown hair was left loose to flow down her back, nearly to her hips, her expressive face was currently holding a slight pout as the sight of him continued to elude her, and her tall, slender body was a wet dream walking.
Dressed in below the hip jeans, and a blouse cut too high for comfort, there was enough flesh displayed to make his mouth go dry, not to mention the dirty old men passing by her, sneaking looks at the silken, glistening flesh she had bared.
And winking shamelessly at her navel was an emerald in the shape of a cat’s eye, glistening against the dark flesh of her belly. It was enough to make a grown man whimper. Despite the provocative clothing and the sensual grace with which she moved, innocence still seemed to shroud her. A cheeky smirk curved her lips, chocolate brown eyes gleamed with joy, curiosity, and a love of life. She was like a breath of fresh air blowing through the stale atmosphere of the airport lounge.
A grunt of laughter escaped his throat.
He had been getting hard for her since she was seventeen years old. Who was the dirty old man? He was eleven years older than she was and old enough to know better, now, seven years later. But his c**k had no conscience. It was hard, straining beneath his jeans, and throbbing in hunger.
“Ian…” He watched as a wide smile curved her lips and pleasure lit her dark eyes as she finally spotted him.
Striding quickly across the room, her full br**sts bounced—damn, she was obviously not wearing a bra. The emerald that pierced her belly button winked erotically and had his tongue aching to lick and probe at the little indention it called attention to.
She was the most tempting thing he had seen in his life. A temptation he didn’t need.
“About time you got here, brat.” He opened his arms to her, closing his eyes as she threw herself into his embrace, her arms wrapping around his neck as he lifted her from her feet and hugged her tight, relishing the feel of her in his arms. She was going to be a pain in the neck, but she was one of the few people in the world that he cared anything for. One of the few who truly cared for him.
It had been more than a year since he had seen her last. For just that reason. He didn’t want to hurt her, but more importantly, he hadn’t wanted that caring affection they shared harmed. The joy she showed when he was around lit up the dark places in his soul. Letting that go would be a wound to his heart he knew would never heal.
The hunger growing by the year was becoming uncomfortable enough to stress the control he prided himself on so deeply though. He was now forced to confront the seductive little baggage whether he wanted to or not.
“Ian, you are as handsome as ever,” she exclaimed as he set her back on her feet, staring up at him with those mysterious brown eyes and wicked humor.
“And you’re as pretty as sunrise.” He shook his head at the truth of his own statement. She was as fresh, as innocent as dawn.
She smiled up at him, her hands still gripping his shoulders, her h*ps pressed into his thighs. And that wicked, hungry light in her eyes assured him she had felt the hard-on raging beneath the cloth.
He shook his head mockingly.
“You’re a bad girl, Courtney.” He moved her back. “Your father should have spanked you more when you were a child.”
Her laughter was low, filled with heat. “So Mother keeps telling him. Perhaps you should spank me, Ian. Since it appears you are the one being affected. I might like having you spank me.”
The thought of it nearly had his eyes glazing in lust. And she damned well knew it if her expression was anything to go by.
She watched him beneath lowered eyelids, her thick lashes shadowing her cheeks as she damped her lips with a flick of her hot little tongue. His c**k jerked, his lust howled out in hunger.
“Come on, wench.” He shook his head at her blatant flirtation, leading the way from the reception area to the limo outside. “Where’s your luggage?”
“You see it.” She indicated the carryon duffel bag at her feet as she picked it up and moved behind him. “It was time to go clothes shopping, so I thought I’d pick up the essentials while I was here. Why travel with tons of bags if you don’t have to?”
Ian took the bag from her as she came up beside him, nearly skipping to keep up with his stride.