The two of us knew exactly what she was doing, but I allowed her to do it. If she needed a diversion I was willing to let her have it, but she also had to understand that her underlying issues wouldn't go away by ignoring them.
"Fine," I said, grazing her cheek with my lips. "We'll come back to it."
She breathed out hard against my skin and ran her hand across my belly. "I don't see why, but anyway ... "
"I need to shower."
She got out of her chair and sat on my lap, trailing a finger over my bicep. "I know. I smell that."
I laughed. "I'm fresh from the gym as you know."
She kissed me on the mouth, a sloppy, playful meeting of the lips. "I don't care."
"And I think you're a pervert."
"I don't care what you say." Circling my neck, she inhaled deeply. "You smell funky-good."
I looked at my watch while Gina bit the side of my neck—not hard enough to hurt, but enough to let me know she meant business. It tickled my funny bone and as I smiled, I spoke into her hair. "Kemar expects to find me in the lobby when he comes to pick me up."
"What time is that?" she murmured as my hand brushed the skin of her back.
"Half past eleven."
She grabbed my wrist, read my watch and went back to exploring under my shirt.
"We have enough time."
After a glance at my timepiece, I chuckled. "I don't agree with you, but since you're willing and I'm able ... "
She got up, anchored her hand around mine and pulled me to the bed. Gina was nimble and showed me exactly how much. In no time, she stripped away my sweats and tee-shirt. Then moved on to her jeans, tank top and underwear.
She gave me no chance to romance her, but ran her hands everywhere while attacking my mouth and squirming as if she hadn't been in this bed with me yesterday. I lay on my back, gripping her at the waist and letting her have her way.
She nipped and sucked her way down my neck, to my shoulder and across my chest, rubbing back and forth over my nipples. When she raised her head and I saw the intensity in her eyes, I shifted things to a different gear.
Turning our bodies, I settled on top of her kissing her deeply and taking my time about it.
She gripped my sides and wrapped her arms and legs around my body, pressing in close and gyrating against me as if her need was urgent.
Despite the grip Gina had on me, I was still sane enough to take the necessary precaution to keep us both safe. My composure slipped as she sank her nails into my muscles and urged me closer. She was like a woman possessed, and I forgot about staying in control as we rode toward our climax. She twitched and gasped while her eyelids trembled and her nostrils flared.
I groaned her name deep in my throat, needing to be connected with her in this moment, but she wouldn't open her eyes. Gina was in a world of her own and my body was the tool she used to keep her locked in that place. Whatever she was running from couldn't be outrun, no matter how hard she tried. But this wasn't the time to tell her that.
A tear ran from her eye as she shuddered under me.
My orgasm ripped through me and as sweat rolled into my eyes and my heart banged double time, all rational thought left me.
When my vision cleared and I looked at Gina, her eyelids were still closed. She used the back of her hand to swipe the sweat from her forehead, wearing a smug smile as if she was satisfied and then some.
Still breathing hard, I supported my weight above her. My forehead rested in the crook her neck while her hands ran up and down my back. From time to time, her inner muscles gripped me, reminding me of how sweet sex with her had been. I could lose myself in Gina, but wouldn't allow that to happen until I knew exactly what she had going on that she wouldn't tell me.
I rolled on to my side and barely had a moment to rest before Gina pushed against my chest and yawned, which had me copying her action.
She mumbled, "Hit the shower. Remember Kemar."
"Now you want to hurry me."
With a soft chuckle, she teased, "I wouldn't want him to think I've been interfering with you, so hurry up in there."
