Something to Talk About(34)

This time she smiled. "You didn't rush me straight to your bed. You talked to me instead."

"I'll be damned," he said, looking surprised. "Well, what's your answer?"

Sudden pounding on the sound booth window drew Casey's attention to Brent, who was pointing to her monitor. The screen indicated the lines were full. She read the first message-Danny says, say yes! and the next, Norma says, say yes if you know what's good for you!

Casey looked back into Rip's pale blue eyes. "If I say yes, what will we have to talk about on the air? If we live in wedded bliss, won't we get bored?"

"Well, darlin'," he drawled. "I don't think we'll ever run out of things for us to discuss. We can start with who sleeps in the wet spot and move on to who's getting up at two in the morning to change the baby's diaper. No, I don't think we will ever run out of things to say."

"Gosh, I don't know," she teased, happiness bringing a sheen of tears to her eyes. "I just remembered, you're my new boss! What's our corporate policy concerning fraternization?"

He laughed. "Babe, we're all for it!"





19

 



The moment had arrived.

After getting Trish to sub on the "Home Show", Dave had given her and Rip the next three days off. He'd been over-the-moon about the engagement, the fact they all still had jobs and even that Rip was his boss. "Can't fire me now," he'd said smugly. "I'm responsible for this," he'd said, pointing back and forth between Rip and Casey. Then he'd glanced around the open office area where everyone was standing to peer over the tops of their dividers. "Now, get back to work!" He'd headed to his office whistling.

Casey dropped her keys and purse on the buffet table in her foyer and glanced wistfully toward her bedroom door. There wasn't time for her to change into any of the sexy lingerie Brent had insisted she buy the last time they'd shopped-"For just the right occasion," he'd said with a wink.

A sharp rap sounded on her door, and she took a deep breath. Sure, they'd had their hands all over each other, managed a quick tryst in the conference room, but she and Rip had never actually shared a bed...

She strode toward the door as he rapped again. Impatient, much? She smiled and twisted the knob.

He stood on her stoop, his cheeks flushed, his nostrils flared. "Took your time, babe. Having second thoughts?"

She shook her head, but he didn't give her time to respond in words. He placed his hands on her hips and walked her backwards, kicking the door closed behind him. "Where's your bed, sweetheart?"

Casey didn't mind his haste. She was just as eager. She indicated with a finger behind her, down the hallway, and let him guide her. At her bedroom door, he reached past her, opened it and then gently pushed her through.

Then his hands were pulling at her clothing, tossing the garments away as he unwrapped her like a present. When she stood completely nude for the first time beneath his gaze, her worries that she might disappoint him faded.

His breaths deepened and his hands shook as he began removing his clothes.

And it was her turn to stand breathless as every inch of him was bared. Good Lord, there was so much of him.

Her jaw sagged just a little as she skimmed his broad chest, narrow waist, and thick thighs. She nearly strangled on her breath as her gaze snagged on his cock, rising proudly from his groin.

"I'm happy to stand here, babe," he said, his voice sounding like gravel was lodged in his throat, "but, I'd really like to move this to the bed."

She dragged her gaze upward, her heart squeezing inside her chest at the tenderness of his expression. "Rip?"

"Yes, babe," he said, cupping the side of her face.

"Condom," she croaked.

He held up his other hand and opened it. A plastic packet lay in the center.

Relieved, she let out a deep breath. "I'll just pull down the sheets," she said, then turned to hide her grin. This was really happening.



Rip quickly rolled the condom down his shaft while Casey strode toward her king-sized bed. His glance cut around the room, and he winced a bit at the overly feminine decor. He was going to look ridiculous reclining on pink-colored blossoms. But he had to admit, the colors suited her blushes. Hell, he didn't care about her covers or her pretty pink sheets. Casey Cramer was his. She'd said yes. And now, she was waiting for him to join her.

She'd pulled the coverlet to the foot of the bed and folded back the top sheet, an invitation he couldn't resist. Feeling like a bear in a china shop, he stalked toward her, feeling the cool air in her room waft around his erection as it bobbed in front of him.

Her gaze was on it again. And he smiled, feeling smug. She'd have no complaints there. And he'd already proven she could take him, although her gaze had grown as wide as saucers when he'd pushed inside her that first time.



       
         
       
        

He slid beside her on the bed, then rested on an elbow on his side. He'd take his time and prove to her he was capable of cherishing her the way she deserved. Even if it killed him.



Casey waited as he slowly placed his palm over one quivering breast, his thumb toggling the erect tip. Good Lord, the wait was going to kill her. Did he think he had to restrain himself? Treat her like some delicate flower? Hell, he'd taken her on a table with so much enthusiasm he'd left a bruise or two on her butt already. When his head lowered to draw the tip into his mouth, she gripped his hair and pulled. Hard. "Don't tease me, Rip. Please."

He bit her nipple and raised his head. His gaze studied her tightening features. "Thank the Lord," he groaned and rolled over her.

She made room for him, widening her legs and raising her knees. She scratched her fingernails down his back, letting him know silently, because she didn't have the vocabulary to tell him exactly what she wanted.

But he needed no further hints. His cock nudged her folds once, found her moist center, and pushed inside.

She bit her bottom lip and dug the back of her head into her pillow as he filled her. "Yes, yes!"

He began stroking her in earnest, tunneling deeper and deeper, his breath gusting, his hands sliding beneath her to cup her ass. His cheek scraped hers. "Jesus, Case," he whispered. "I wanted to go slow."

"We can. Later. I need more. Now." She bit his shoulder and dug her heels into his backside. "Now!"

Rip powered into her, nothing held back, and she gave him a trembling smile before she closed her eyes and simply felt every deepening stroke. She loved the way he filled her, loved his thickness and how it had her quickly writhing beneath him. When her entire body trembled, his fingers intertwined with hers. He lifted his chest, leveraged his powerful thighs and hammered into her with a desperation that matched hers.

When they came, shouting, they kissed, their mouths devouring each others', then sliding away to nip and kiss whatever they could reach, until their hearts slowed.

"You okay?" he whispered, his eyes wrinkling at the corners with his smile.

"Never better," she said, returning that smile with a wide one of her own. "I love you."

"It's a good thing. Because I won't allow a long engagement."

She arched a brow. "You won't allow it?"

He shook his head, his gaze challenging. "You know, our listeners are going to want to know all about our sex life."

Her gaze narrowed. "We'll just have to get them talking about their own," she said, her tone wry. "What's his favorite position?" 

"Does she mew like a kitten or bleat like a goat?"

Her eyes narrowed.

"Babe, you're all kitten," he assured her.

Mollified, for the moment, she stroked her hand down his sides. "Maybe we won't tell them everything."

"Deal," he said, smirking.

"So..." She swirled a fingertip around one flat brown nipple. "What is your favorite position?"

He laughed. "I don't know yet. Guess we'll just have to experiment."

Already, she could feel him hardening again inside her. "We'll have to do lots and lots of research."

"Just so we can answer with authority, right?" he growled as he began to move.

"I like the way you think," she said, scraping her fingertips through his hair.

"No more talking," he said as he leaned down to capture her mouth.

And she didn't mind one bit that he'd removed her ability to respond.



"Congratulations, old man," Tanner Peschke pounded Rip on the back, grinning broadly. "I thought you'd never find someone who could put up with your propensity for those disturbing Hawaiian shirts you love so much."

"Hey," Rip held out his arms. "What's not to love about palm trees and beaches?"

"A lot, when they're in blinding color on a shirt." Peschke glanced at the other two members of the Texas Billionaire's Club and held out his hand. "Pay up."

Gage Jenkins shook his head, digging his wallet from his back pocket. "Gotta say I'm as shocked as Jesse. I figured you'd be the last one to find a girl."

"My thoughts exactly," Jesse Jordan said, pulling a hundred-dollar bill from his wallet. "But it's worth the C-bill to see you so happy, dude." He nudged Gage in the side. "We should be so lucky."