Part 20 (1/2)
”Yes.” She slipped her hand between them and cupped his s.c.r.o.t.u.m, ma.s.saging while she nibbled at his neck. ”Please?”
He closed his eyes and groaned.
”I want to try another new place that I've never tried before.” She moved her hand higher, stroking the hardness with her fingers. ”Humor me.”
”You're killing me here.” He kissed her once, hungrily, then pulled her against him and lifted, her legs still encircling his waist. He stopped on a thick pile rug between brown leather chairs. ”How's this?”
”Perfect.” She slid from his arms and pulled him to the floor on top of her. ”Now where were we?”
”I know where I was just about to be.” He found his place and without hesitation slipped inside her.
Warmth flooded outward from her center and she arched up against him, asking for more. He lowered himself until his dusting of chest hair rubbed against her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, hardening her nipples to tiny buds. Nuzzling her neck, he moved inside her slowly, teasing and brus.h.i.+ng until the pleasant tingle in her lower body became an inflamed need. Within a minute she was panting and arching her back to pull him deeper with every thrust of his hips.
Just a little more... She pushed against him, closing her eyes and reaching for what was just beyond her grasp. If he would just go a little faster ...
His movements slowed. She opened her eyes to find his face hovering just above her own, watching, smiling with every deliberate thrust that increased her need without fulfilling it.
”Close?”
She nodded, breathing hard.
He moved hard against her, prolonging the contact. ”More?”
”Yes!”
”Sure you don't want to change places again?”
She tried for a threatening glare, but he moved again and it felt so good she laughed, the sound rumbling from deep in her chest. ”Please,” she managed between panting breaths.
He chuckled softly, sounding a bit strained. Taking her mouth in a deep kiss, he pumped his hips faster. Seconds later she gasped against his mouth and wrapped her legs around his hips, hanging on tightly as pleasure rocked through her in hard waves.
As the final paroxysms eased, she stroked the cool dampness on his back, too drained to move more than her hands. ”Oh my G.o.d, Drew,” she said on a groan.
He eased his weight up, propping himself on one elbow as he stroked a lock of hair off her face with is other hand. He made a small, deliberate movement inside her. h.e.l.lo there. h.e.l.lo there. She automatically squeezed back. She automatically squeezed back.
”You're amazing,” he said softly.
”And a little weird.”
”Adventurous,” he corrected with a kiss. ”My kind of woman.”
His heavy-lidded eyes look so aroused that Lauren decided it might be a good thing to be a little weird.
She'd never felt this way with Jeff, not even close. Apparently having the right kind of s.e.x required the wrong man. And career-less, aimless, philandering Drew Creighton was definitely definitely the wrong man. the wrong man.
CHAPTER Ten.
Drew retrieved Lauren's bra from the Jefferson paint-ing, even though he preferred her standing there without it. He could get used to indulging her penchant for inappropriate s.e.xual behavior. Several more possibilities had already come to mind, and Drew was determined to use them. One time with Lauren was not nearly enough.
”What do we do now?” Lauren asked as she bent to retrieve a tennis shoe from under a chair.
Drew eyed her elevated bottom speculatively, but refrained from saying the first thing that came to mind. ”Now we find Senator Charlene McNabb before she goes home during the Senate recess.”
”Where's home?”
He shrugged. ”I have no idea.”
”Fort Myers, Florida. She left last night.”
Senator McNabb's office manager seemed unimpressed with their claim to have urgent business with the senator once she learned they were not from her state. ”I can give her a message.”
”We have to talk to her in person,” Drew insisted. ”It's personal.”
The woman shrugged. ”Can't help you then. She'll be back a week from tomorrow, if you want to make an appointment.”
”It can't wait.”
”It never can.”
Drew clenched his jaw muscles and kept his temper in check. The woman was just doing her job. ”Can you at least give us her phone number?”
She sent him a withering look. ”The senator's home phone? Yeah, right.”
”How about you dial the number, then let us talk to her in private?”
”How about you make an appointment like everyone else?”
She didn't notice his narrowed eyes because her attention was back on her computer screen, ignoring him. Drew ran a hand through his hair and looked away until he could get his irritation under control.
”Senator McNabb doesn't actually live in Fort Myers, does she? Isn't she on Sanibel?”
Drew shot an incredulous glance at Lauren. Where did she get that idea? And why was she making small talk while the Queen of Proper Procedures threw roadblocks in their path?
She sat on one of the empty desks in the deserted office, swinging her legs and watching the office manager with interest.
”Lauren,” he began, when the woman looked up from her screen in surprise.
”Yeah, Sanibel Island. How'd you know that?”
”My parents have a condo there. They pointed out the senator's house once. It's on the Gulf side, right?”
The woman nodded, looking pleased. ”Right.”
”North end of the island, isn't it?”
She hesitated. ”Well, I'd say more middle than north.”