“Turn around.”
He wanted to see how it stacked up in back.
She did.
“Oh, that is very hot, Miss Prentiss. Very hot.” It wasn’t a G-string, but it was damn close. He stared at the high white curve of her ass with just that thin strip of red covering the crack. He couldn’t claim celibacy this time as an excuse for his urgency. He’d had her mere days ago but he felt not the least bit sated. He stared at her and all he felt was hunger. Sharp. Insistent.
He came up behind her, caressing each cheek of her ass before wandering the smooth skin of her back up to her delicate shoulder bones, kissing her neck all the while. “Take your hair down.”
But he didn’t wait for her to follow orders this time. His fingers tangled in the smooth mass, doing it for her, tugging, dislodging, until her hair came tumbling down around her all the way to her waist in long brown waves that he smoothed and rubbed between his fingers. He turned her around to face him, his hands going to her breasts, fondling her through the cups as she sucked in a breath, before resting on her shoulders.
“Go down on me,” he ordered softly.
Whoa. He had no idea where that had come from. He usually didn’t demand a blowjob right off, even when he was paying for it. As much as some women claimed they loved the act, it was his own personal opinion that a girl had to be wildly turned on before she could enjoy having her mouth pumped full of cock. Call him crazy, but he was a sensitive guy. So he didn’t go around insisting on it right off.
But his cock was stretching the cotton of his briefs, hard and throbbing, his jeans still open, and somehow asking her to suck him off seemed like the logical thing to say.
Chapter Two
An unfamiliar cell phone ring took her attention away from his cock, where she’d been staring as if about to obey his request, and she stepped away immediately to pull the phone from her purse and answer it.
“Don’t—” he tried, but she was already speaking into the phone. And not in English either.
Despite being in red silk underwear alone in a hotel room with a man whose cock was definitely engaged,Andrea assumed a kind of disengaged professional aura, as if she was in a boardroom or the office.
And what the hell was she speaking? Languages were not his thing at the best of times. Right now, with all the blood going from his head south, he was congratulating himself that he could tell it wasn’t English in the first place.
In an effort to calm down, he went to the bar and got out a cold beer. Some craft brew that had the word Bollywood in it. Sadly, he was on his second and she still hadn’t hung up. Maybe he should hold the cold can to his cock, since it hadn’t lost any of its enthusiasm. He tried to be patient. He tried not to stare at her shapely white limbs, the graceful shake of her long brown hair, the way she bit her luscious lower lip while she was listening to whoever was on the other end of the call.
He took another swig of the beer as she switched to English. “I’m most grateful. Goodbye.”
He breathed a sigh of relief as she tossed her iPhone back into her purse.
“Sorry about that. It took me longer than I expected. My Mandarin’s a little rusty. It was more difficult to get the concept across than it should have been.”
Who was this girl?
“No problem.” He put his can of beer on the nightstand. “I should have offered you something to drink, though. Can I get you anything?”
“No, thank you. I don’t drink. Now where were we?”
He hesitated to mention. Her phone rang again.
“Hey, come on,” he cautioned, but she went immediately to the phone, checking the caller ID.
“It’s your brother. I have to pick up.”
Before he could object, she was speaking into the phone. “Yes, Mr. Reynolds.” She paused. “Oh Vanny. Hi.” Her voice got a lot more relaxed. “You took his phone away from him, eh?” Apparently she liked Michael’s new girlfriend. “Oh no, everything was fine. Tell him not to worry about a thing. They’ll still be extending the export license and they’ll be saying a prayer for him at all of the shrines within a ten-mile radius of the factory.” She laughed as she listened. “Well, it can’t hurt… No, not at all… I’m sure you will… Me too. Good night, Vanny.”
She hung up and Evan plucked the phone from her, switching the ringer off and tossing it away while she watched him without expression. It was an aggressive move more in keeping with one of his brothers than himself, but he didn’t stop to question it.
“I’m supposed to be accessible,” she explained.
“So be accessible. To me.” He grabbed her by the waist and, kissing her, twirled her around until they landed on the bed with him on top. Fuck the slow, savoring crap. He was going for it while he could. And getting a blowjob suddenly wasn’t enough. He wanted his cock inside her, with her fully engaged. Now. Kneeing her legs open, he nudged the little triangle of silk aside and felt her hot, wet pussy, shoving his middle finger in as she arched.