Just Deserts - Brenda Jackson [33]
Danielle looked at him as if he’d lost his mind. “What are you doing?
Instead of answering, he turned and backed her against the wall. “Enjoying a quickie.”
“What!”
And then she felt herself being lifted, along with her short skirt, as he wrapped her legs around his waist. Then his mouth was there, on hers, taking her tongue as if he had every right to it. She felt him work at his zipper, knew the exact moment he released his aroused shaft. And then his hands were between her legs, pushing aside her thong, and before she could blink, he was inside her. His first thrust hit her at an angle that sent shivers down her body. The second made her scream and the third made her come—right along with him. An orgasm struck their bodies at the same time and she tightened her legs around him to hold him in.
“Time to go, sweetheart,” she whispered against his moist lips.
And while he stood her back on her feet and straightened her clothes before proceeding to straighten his, she still felt tremors touch her body, the aftereffects of her orgasm.
Before pushing the button to start the elevator up again, he glanced at her. She was leaning against the wall for support. He smiled as he said, “Now, sweetheart, you can’t ever say you’ve never experienced a quickie. And just to put you on notice, there’s a lot more where that came from.”
Chapter 7
Tristan eased from Danielle’s side when he heard his cell phone ring. He’d left it in the sitting area. Careful not to wake her, he moved toward the door, then paused for a second to look back over his shoulder at her.
His mouth formed into a smile. Danielle hadn’t moved an inch, which was fine with him, and since she was barely covered by the sheets he could see the area between her thighs—the part of her body he enjoyed getting into the most. Her bare, firm breasts rose and fell evenly with her breathing while she slept.
Feeling deep stirrings in his body once again, he went out through the door and closed it behind him. He thought about what they had started on the elevator and what they had finished up here. Hell, on second thought, they really hadn’t finished anything. When it came to this part of their relationship, nothing would ever be complete, especially when there were always new and exciting things to try.
He reached his cell phone and flipped it on. “Yes?”
“Tristan, this is Chris. How are things going?”
Tristan smiled. “Great. San Francisco is a beautiful city.” Tristan knew Chris wouldn’t be calling unless he had something he felt was important to share with him. “Did you find out anything else at Marc’s apartment?”
“Yes, there’s definitely a fourth woman. However, I’m still leaning toward her being a fiancée rather than a wife. I found a jeweler’s receipt the other day and paid the jeweler a visit. It seems that Marc had a special wedding set exclusively designed. According to the jeweler, Marc had picked up the engagement ring almost eight months ago. The jeweler also indicated the engagement ring was six carats and cost close to half a million.”
“Damn. Where did he get that kind of money?”
“My guess would be from a portion of that technology stock that rightfully belonged to Alex. I always figured he’d cashed in some of the shares.”
Tristan shook his head. “Any idea the name of the woman who’s walking around with a rock the size of Gibraltar on her hand?”
“No, but I’m determined to find out.”
“And so is Dani. That woman’s identity is the final piece for her. She needs to bring closure before she can move on.”
“I understand, Tristan. More than anyone, I know the pain and misery my brother’s deception caused and I owe it to Alex, Renée and Dani to bring closure. Now I feel I owe it to this fourth woman, as well. The jeweler didn’t have her name, but he did mention that Marc told him he’d proposed to her at their favorite restaurant. I’m in Birmingham now with Renée, but I plan to fly back to Costa Woods and visit the restaurant to see if perhaps the owner