The indignation and frustration, with more than a little hurt mixed in, had been brewing. With that comment and the sparkle in his eyes, it all washed away. Sounded like she jumped to one conclusion too many.
Her fingers went to the loosened knot of his tie. “Good call.”
“Thank you.”
The rising anger gave way to a very different feeling, still heated but not in the same way. Her heart raced and the need to see him naked again pounded her. She didn’t doubt that he was game, but she did wonder if he was a bed-only type. “On all of it.”
The corner of his mouth kicked up in a sexy grin. “Meaning?”
“Can dinner wait?” There was no way she could choke down one bite of food. Not now. Not as she stripped off his tie. Not when her fingers settled on the top of his belt.
“I don’t see why not.” Still, he stood there, leaning into her but not touching. His hands still next to her but not on her.
It looked like the man needed a bigger hint.
“Then I have one question for you.” She started opening the buttons of his crisp white shirt. “Are you familiar with the concept of sex against a wall?”
He nodded nice and slow. “I do believe I’ve read about that once or twice.”
Her breathing turned shallow and her brain blinked out for a second. “Any chance you want to experiment?”
“Does it go something like this?”
He moved then. His fingers closed on her waist. She was about to wrap around him and steal one of those amazing kisses when he spun her around. He pressed her chest against the wall and her hands came up for balance. His palms touched against the backs of hers.
His breath skimmed over her neck then to the back of her ear. “I’m going to fuck you right here.”
God, yes. “Do it.”
“But you have to be ready.”
He bit down on her ear, a gentle nip that she felt to her toes. She wanted to say something, nod, but nothing came out.
He used his knee to push her legs apart. His leg slid along her inner thighs and kept going. Up until his knee pressed against her. He rubbed against her through her jeans and his pants. Small circles. Slow then fast. A welcomed sexual torment that had her resting her forehead against the wall.
Just as her hips started to sway in time to the rhythm of his knee, one of his hands slipped inside the waistband of her jeans. His hand spanned the width of her bare stomach, pulling her back into him, then dipped lower. His fingertips eased under the top of her underwear. Then inside her.
She wanted him to rip everything off. Tried to tell him, but her brain kept misfiring. “That’s a good start.”
“You can still talk, so I should try harder.” He plunged his finger in deeper.
“Definitely.” Her hands curled into balls against the wall as the muscles in her knees started to give out. He had her limp and wet and ready.
He trailed a line of kisses along the underside of her hair. “We’ll do it over and over until we get it right.”
“Oh, damn.” That finger was almost magical. He hit the right spot then eased back inside her when she gasped. He kept repeating the action until her body begged for more.
“I want you to be satisfied,” he whispered.
She reached down and grabbed his hand. Through the layers of clothing, she held it tight against her. “Then stop talking and move.”
“Not yet.”
He touched that spot one more time and her body started to buck. Her arms shook, barely able to hold her up. She put her cheek against the cool plaster as the pleasure hit her. It rushed over her body in waves. She closed her eyes and bit her bottom lip to hold it back, but she couldn’t stop it. She came as she guided his fingers in deeper.
In the background she could hear a zipper. Then her waistband loosened and he tugged her jeans down.
Reality kicked her. “Condom.”
“Handled.”
“Really?”
“I’ve learned to always carry one when I’m with you. Just in case.”
He put the packet in her hand. She heard the jangle as he undid his belt. Only his body kept her pinned to the wall now, but she wasn’t going anywhere. “I knew I could count on you.”
“For anything.” His hands slipped her underwear down. “You want sex against a wall, you got it.”
She wanted to say something, do something. All she could do was close her eyes and enjoy as his fingers moved inside her again. “Then let’s get to experimenting.”
CHAPTER 24
Wren actually almost worked seven full hours the next day. Maybe a normal day for some. A really light day for him, especially since most of yesterday was spent with Emery’s boss and the senator. Basically, it had been an all-Emery day. That was starting to be a pattern in his life, which Garrett pointed out about nine hundred times today.