Trust Me on This - Jennifer Crusie [59]
When the phone rang, he didn’t hear it at first, for which she was achingly glad. Then it rang again and he looked up. “Oh, hell,” he said, and kissed her breast, and then her neck, and then her mouth, hard and deep, before he pulled back from her. The phone rang again. “It’s Bond.”
Not now, Dennie thought but she caught her breath and said, “Answer it. I’ll still be here. Finish the job.”
“I’m getting tired of the job,” Alec said, but he kissed her again and then rolled off her to sit on the side of the bed and pick up the phone. “Brian? What’s the good word?”
Dennie sat up behind him, listening to him babble to Bond like a moron while he set his trap, and she slowed her breathing to normal. Alec was amazing. She pulled her dress over her head and threw it on the floor in front of him, pleased to hear him stutter a little into the phone as he saw it fall. She pressed against his back, and she felt his muscles tense under her weight and the scrape of the lace of her bra against his skin. Then she reached around him and unbuttoned his shirt, feeling how hard the muscles in his back were against her aching breasts while her fingers trailed down his chest, tangling in his hair. She stripped off his shirt when she had it unbuttoned. Alec never stopped talking to Bond, but he helped her by pulling his hands out of the sleeves. His hands were shaking, and she was glad because hers were too. She began to kiss her way down his vertebrae, tickling each one with her tongue as she went. By the time she reached his waistband, every muscle in his back stood out in sharp relief.
“That’s just great, Brian,” Alec was saying. Dennie slid her hands around his waist to the button on his waistband and then slowly slid his zipper down. Alec caught her hand before she could do more, pressing her to him, and he was so hard that she was breathless herself for a moment, stunned at the thought of him that hard inside her. She bit his shoulder, and then licked the bite, and then moved up his neck to his ear.
“You’ve got the contract ready now?” Alec said. “With the house guarantee?” He turned to look at her, running his hand up her side to her breast. She closed her eyes as his thumb stroked across the lace, and his palm pressed hard against her. “Dennie’s thrilled,” Alec told Bond. “You should see her face. Of course, I’ll meet you in the bar. Fifteen minutes? You got it.”
He hung up the phone and then before Dennie had even registered what he’d done, he’d rolled to pin her underneath him again on the bed. “God, you feel good,” he said against her neck as his hands scooped under her and pulled her hips against his. “I’m never answering the phone without you again.”
“Fifteen minutes?” Dennie wrapped her legs around him, trying to pull that lovely hardness as close as possible. “Fifteen minutes?” She dug her fingernails into his shoulders as he pulsed against her in response. “You’re going to leave me like this?”
“No,” Alec said. “He’s going to wait.” He slid her bra straps down over her shoulders, and when her swollen breasts were free, he caught his breath and drew his finger lightly over the slope of one, and then looked into her eyes. “You are so beautiful,” he told her, and moved his hand gently to cup the naked fullness of her breast.
She was so hot, his hand felt cool against her and that made her even crazier. Her breath quickened as he brushed his fingers across her. “Please,” she whispered, and then he bent to ease the heat by taking her breast in his mouth.
Dennie closed her eyes and moaned and gave up sanity, moving against him while they both shoved clothing from each other with