Temporarily Yours (Shillings Agency #1)(29)
Author: Diane Alberts

He turned to her with a raised brow, and she looked back at him with her mouth parted. “Do you believe me now?” he asked.

“Yep,” she sighed. “Damn you.”

“I told you.”

“Yeah, yeah.” She started for the enclosed team stands. She crooked her finger at him, grinning as she walked backwards. “Let’s go, lover boy.”

He followed her, his hands shoved in his pockets. By the time they made it to the spot they’d been in earlier, he was lost in her. Mesmerized by the swing of her hips. The way her hair swayed with each step. Hell, with everything about her.

He had to reel it in. Now.

She turned and curled her hands around his neck. “Time for me to pay up. And I know just the way to do it.”

He lowered his mouth to hers, kissing her as if his life depended on it. And, hell, right now it kind of felt like it did. And he was dying to know how she’d pay her debt.

She stepped closer, her hand dipping between their bodies to cup his cock. He groaned into her mouth, need coursing through his veins. She squeezed him, her fingers moving over him, and then she raised her hand, gripping his waistband tight.

When she slipped the button out of the loophole, he broke off the kiss. As much as he wanted to do this, he couldn’t make her do something so private in such a public place. “You don’t have to. I was just f**king around with you.”

“Which is exactly what I’m trying to do with you.”

She grabbed his hand and tugged him into the corner by the wall. As far as secure places in public went…this was as good as it got. No one would even know they were here unless they came around the corner and into the same area. Chances were they were safe.

But what if he was wrong?

She undid his button, then slowly unzipped his pants. Then knelt on the cement. The sight of her on her knees at his feet pushed him over the moral ledge. Fuck it. They were doing this.

She tugged his pants and boxers down, and he sucked in a deep breath at the frigid air hitting his cock. But then her mouth closed around him, and he forgot all about the cold and just focused on her. On what she made him feel. She sucked him in deep, her tongue rolling over the head, and he closed his eyes tight.

Holy f**king shit, she was incredible. Her hand curled around the back of his ass, holding him still, and she went down on him right here. Right now.

His entire body pulsed with the pleasure she gave him. His balls went tight and his stomach clenched, making him want to groan out loud. Kayla was amazing in every way. The fact that she was willing to do this—in public!—drove him f**king insane.

Then again, between the plane and the rental car lot, they’d done lots of things in public. He’d been told women like her existed. Women who were kind and funny and wild in bed. He hadn’t believed it until now. Now he knew differently.

The perfect woman did exist—and her name was Kayla.

He clenched his jaw and watched her through his lowered lids. Seeing her on her knees in front of him, her mouth slowly taking him deeper and deeper until he was completely inside of her, sent him over the edge. She moaned, and he knew he was done.

He buried his hands in her hair and tried to tug her off. “I’m going to come. You need to stop.”

She slapped his hands away and sucked harder. He tried to hold off. Tried to wait. But this was her, and he couldn’t hold back. She was too damned amazing. He closed his eyes and arched into her mouth once, twice, then he exploded. She sucked harder, swallowing every drop. Then she let go of him inch by agonizing inch, her mouth slowly releasing him.

As she stood, she swiped a hand over her mouth, and then she tugged his boxers up. He reached down and quickly adjusted his pants, and within seconds, it was as if nothing had even happened.

They were both clothed and just standing there.

“Jesus, Kayla.” He sagged against the wall of the cement wall. “Now it’s your turn.”

He reached for her, but she skirted out of his reach. “Nope. I don’t get a turn. I lost fair and square—but you can make it up to me tonight, if you want.”

“I don’t care if you lost.” He stalked after her. “I don’t leave my women wanting, so get your ass back here.”

Laughing, she backed up, the wind whipping her hair all about. “You sounded like a pimp just then. Just so you know.”

“Gee, thanks.” His response only made her laugh harder.

She glanced over her shoulder. “Let’s go lay down on the field. I always wanted to lie in the middle and look up at the sky.”

That made no sense. “Why would you want to do that? The ground is probably freezing.”

She shrugged and walked backwards toward the field, a big smile on her face. “You coming?”

His breath lodged in his throat, and then he followed her. He had a habit of doing that. Following her around. If he was a lesser man, it just might bother him.

But he wasn’t, and it didn’t. And they might not have long together—only one more day, really—but until he walked away?

He’d be at her side, no holds barred.

Chapter Sixteen

Kayla flopped over in the middle of the field flat on her back and stared up at the clouds. It was going to rain any second now, but she couldn’t bring herself to care. All day long, she and Cooper had been laughing and having fun.

Yet that happiness was overshadowed by the fact that he was leaving. She wasn’t going to pretend otherwise. She liked him, and she couldn’t help but wonder if they could become something real—more real than stolen moments and a fake relationship—if only they had more time together.

She’d always doubted there was someone out there that would make her want to settle down. To try a traditional relationship. But Cooper had made her reconsider her ways. He’d said he didn’t want to leave a girl behind…but could she change his mind?

And if she could, was she really okay with being that girl left behind?

He lay down beside her. Their heads were side by side, so she rolled hers to the left to face him. He was watching her intently, seeming to be as contemplative as she was. Was he thinking the same thing?

Did he not want to say good-bye, either?

He cupped the back of her head and kissed her, sweet and tender. She let her eyes drift shut, enjoying the moment. He ended it way too soon, pulling back and watching her with his warm green eyes. “We have to be at your parents’ house in an hour.”

“I know.”

Then out of the blue, he asked, “If you could go anywhere at Christmas time—if money was no object—where would you go? Think about it before answering.”