Her Foreign Affair (22 page)

In any case, he felt relieved she’d finally decided to come with him.

The last two nights had been exercises in patience and distraction as she swung from worrying about Birdie’s reaction to making passionate love with him. He hoped that in New York they could settle in, relax on neutral ground, just the two of them, and talk. Randi had been avoiding discussions involving anything deep and emotional while he’d wanted to do nothing but talk about everything to do with the future.

Now wasn’t that a switch-up? For the first time in his life, Court wanted to slip a ring on a woman’s finger—the sooner the better to his way of thinking—one big enough to shout to the world his possession of her. Two to three carats at the very least. Possibly with a few colored stones to make it stand out more. Tiffany wasn’t far from the hotel, he might even find time to slip away and find something suitable.

“Oh damn!” Randi’s curse of dismay brought Court out of his daydream as she tried to right her rolling carry-on bag. “I knew I should have replaced this case.”

Court leaned over, righted the luggage, retracted the pull handle, and lifted it. “I’ve got it.” He liked playing hero for her, especially when it earned him a grateful smile and swift kiss.

“Seats?” the flight attendant asked, and Randi turned to follow her to their seats in the middle of the first class rows on the left side.

The sneaky little baggage slid into the aisle seat, then took advantage of him as he lifted their cases to the overhead bin. The warmth of her hand on his stomach while he was occupied with his hands in the air created a heat far beyond that of a simple touch. Looking down, he met her eyes, sparkling with wicked mischief as she smiled up at him before directing her gaze lower. Suddenly, the sated satisfaction after two nights and a full day of intense sex disappeared. Only three hours earlier, he’d spent himself deep inside her, and now he wanted her again.

“Move over,” he told her gruffly, gave his case a final push, then slid into his seat just as she vacated it. Faced with her luscious behind, he grabbed her hips and pulled her onto his lap. “You can sit here a moment and hide the evidence.”

Not only did she not squeal, she had the nerve to wiggle until her thighs framed the erection straining against his trousers trying to reach her.

“Ever done it on an airplane?” he murmured in her ear.

“No. Have you?”

“Not yet. Ask me again at the end of the flight.”

Randi giggled, lifted herself off his lap, and settled into the window seat. “Need a blanket, darling?”

Court crossed his legs and growled at her. “I’ll get you, me pretty.”

“A drink?” The attractive brunette cabin attendant asked. “We’ll serve breakfast after take-off.”

“The lady will have coffee with cream and Frangelico.” He smiled at Randi. It wouldn’t take long to melt her panties, and then he’d have her for sure. Clever of her to introduce him to the concoction.

“You’re wicked to tease me this way.” Randi leaned closer to whisper in his ear when the attendant had left with their orders.

“I intend to tease you a hundred different ways before this week is over. Possibly even this day.”

By the widening of her pupils and the hitch in her breathing, he could tell exactly how his promise affected her.

The more he thought about it, the more impatient he became. The flight took off, breakfast finally served, and Court made sure Randi had a second tiny bottle of liqueur for her coffee. The flush it put on her cheeks and the sparkle in her eyes was all he hoped for. At last the meal was cleared, and Randi released the latch on her seatbelt.

“Excuse me,” she said softly.

“By all means.” Ever the gentleman, he stood and pointed her toward the lavatory at the back of the First Class section. Other than a lifted brow, she didn’t argue. Nor did she seem to notice as he followed her until she opened the door.

“Go ahead,” he leaned toward her to whisper in her ear. “Make sure you wash up properly, though.”

“Court,” she protested.

“I’m waiting…”

Shaking her head, she closed the door, and he leaned against it, hands in his pockets. What this woman did to him defied even his fantastic memories. Not since their time in college had he been this primed. He felt young again, as if he’d slept all these years, only to wake as if not a day had passed. But it was better this time. So much better. He had staying power, he had moves, and recuperation like he’d forgotten about. It was all about quality. The quantity was a side benefit.

Behind him, he heard a flush followed by water in the sink. When the locking bolt slid open, he pushed away from the door and ever so casually slipped inside the tiny lavatory.

“You can’t be serious.” Randi’s eyes widened as he locked the door and crowded her.

“Good planning to put the lid down. Now turn around, darling. We don’t have long and don’t forget to keep quiet.”

“Oh for—” she squeaked as he spun her and reached around her for the fastening on her trousers.

“I can’t wait, Jeannie. I need you.” His hand slipped inside her clothes, under the elastic of her knickers, straight to the sweet heat he craved. “Ah, love, you feel so good and ready.”

She melted against him. “Okay, okay. How do you want me?”

“Just bend over and hold on. Open up your blouse for me. I need to touch you.”

The sheer naughtiness of it turned him on so much he’d be lucky to last long enough to get her off with him. But he was game to do his best. When her blouse hung open, he reached around and cupped her breasts, rubbing over the nipples pressing against the silk.

“Pop them out,” he growled, lips to her ear.

“I don’t want to take off my bra,” she whimpered.

“Don’t. Just pull the cups down enough for me to touch your nips.”

“Oh Court.” Not much of a protest as she followed orders.

“So sexy, darling. Very hot.” He pinched her nipples, loving the feel of her extra soft flesh rolling between his fingers, bringing them to maximum arousal as he rubbed her own moisture over one. The scent would carry him all the way to New York.

“Fast,” she gasped. “I want it hard and fast.”

“And I love to give the lady what she wants.” Teeth tugging on her earlobe, he pulled on her nipples as she pushed down her bottoms.

“Now, Court,” she ordered and, bent over, braced herself with hands on the seat lid. “You got me hot, now make it all better.”

Chuckling at his demanding kitten, he dealt with his own trousers, stroked her with the head of his cock until she moaned, then thrust deep inside.

For a handful of racing heartbeats he held still, savoring the skin to skin grip with which she held him, until she pushed back against him. Thankfully, she’d given up on the idea of condoms.

“Impatient, are we?” He chuckled and started moving, holding her hips still as he plunged and retreated, creating heat and friction as she flexed her inner muscles. The visual incredibly erotic as he caught glimpses of her breasts swaying from their movements, his cock disappearing between the cheeks of her heart shaped ass. It was down and dirty, dangerous sex, no frills style and perfect for the moment. The temperature in his balls increased when he felt her soft hand alternately rubbing her clit and squeezing his cock at the entrance to her quivering quim.

“Yes, yes,” she urged him on. “I’m…almost…”

Bloody hell, she scorched him! The audacity of their actions, the danger of getting caught, the thrill of two hundred passengers and crew right outside the thin cardboard walls drove his excitement to the peak and tension began to uncoil at the base of his spine.

“Are you with me?”

“A little…more…fast…er…oh!”

Randi dropped her head to her arm, covering her mouth to muffle her sweet cries. Her bliss did him in. Her trembling grip pulled him straight into Nirvana.

“Here we are, my randy little lady.” The desire proved too much to resist and he swept an arm under her knees, lifting her into his arms. The bellman held the door to the suite Court always booked when staying in New York. For the first time, he understood the fun behind the tradition, and Court carried Randi over the threshold completely ignoring her protest. Just being with her made him feel strong and manly, almost enough to drop her and beat his chest.

“Court, you’ll hurt your back.” She clung to his neck with a hint of exasperation, which made him grin even more.

“Never. You’re light as a feather.” He hefted her a little higher, just enough he could kiss her. “Besides, isn’t every hero required to sweep his woman off her feet at least once a day?” What he really wanted to say—that he considered this practice for their honeymoon—he didn’t think would be accepted quite yet. By the end of the week, possibly, but now was far too soon. He needed time to work on her. A thrill of lust hit him in a wave so strong he nearly dropped her on the sofa because the bedroom was five steps farther.

Not to mention, they had an avid audience. The bellman wheeled his cart into the bedroom. Court only noticed the man stopped when he said, “Beg pardon.”

“What’s that?” Randi swung her head around. “Oh for Pete’s sake, let me down.”

“If I must,” Court murmured, but the employee backing out of the bedroom caught his attention as well. “Something wrong?”

The young man cleared his throat and did his best to arrange his expression into a blank mask. “Uh, it’s possible the room has been…double booked?”

Randi, two steps ahead, pushed past the brass luggage cart, and Court caught up to her as she stopped just inside the bedroom door.

“Oh, for the love of…”

Court wrapped his arms around the now stiffening woman he wanted in his room while the naked one he didn’t want, coincidentally already in the bed, screeched and pulled the sheet up to her chin.

“Court! I didn’t expect you to have company,” Catherine… somebody, said.

What was her last name? They’d had dinner a few times, her father was a contact, but damn him if he could remember her name, which wasn’t the same as her father’s.

“No one said anything about…
her
.” Catherine sneered the last word as if Randi were a maid or an amoeba. Probably the same thing in Catherine’s mind.

“And nobody mentioned you,” Randi retorted, then turned in his arms. In an extraordinary show of cool, she touched his collar and played with the button while avoiding his eyes. “Darling, you never told me this hotel provides full service. I’m impressed, apparently, they think of everything, including bed warmers. Unfortunately, this one isn’t up my alley.”

“What?” He wasn’t sure what he expected, but surely not…this? Court shook his head in disbelief.

“Really, next time, have the hotel provide a bed warmer of each sex, if you truly want to impress me.” Randi’s dry tone belied the trembling of her stiff body, the glint of fire in her eyes, and the faint blush climbing her cheeks. “Might want to mention my taste in toy boys runs toward Swedish muscle men. I’ll leave the underfed professional women to you.”

“Wait. I don’t know what this is about.” Well, he suspected, but this wasn’t something he’d planned. Not him, but who? Larry or Martha or someone in the hotel? Who would have notified Catherine of his last minute plans? He stopped Randi from leaving the room with an arm across her waist while Catherine spluttered in indignation from under the sheets.

“Let me go,” Randi said quietly. “I’ll call for housekeeping to bring up fresh linens.” She hesitated a moment before looking over her shoulder. “And some air freshener to counteract the gallon of Obsession that somehow got spilled in here.”

“Let me deal with this. We’ll get another room.” He spoke rapidly over Catherine’s shriek of outrage. Had it not been his life, this scene would be somewhat funny. “Just let me call the front desk.”

Randi had a point about the odor. The perfume in the room overpowered everything else, making his eyes water.

“Court?” Catherine’s cultured New England nasal accent came out as a whine. “What is this? You promised me we’d get together on your next trip. When I heard you’d be here…”

Exasperated, and desperate to keep Randi from running to the next plane home, he glared at the unwelcome woman as the welcome one escaped and pushed past him. “You need to get your things and get out of here. I don’t know how you got in, but you need to leave.”

“What are you talking about?” Catherine had determination, he’d give her points there, but stupidity was another topic. “I’m here, just as you wanted me to be. Let her leave if she wants to.”

“Catherine, get dressed. You have five minutes before security gets here to escort you out.”

The woman shrieked. “You wouldn’t dare! I can ruin you in New York!”

“No, you can’t,” he told her. There had never been a time when he needed her sponsorship in New York’s business or social circles. He had twenty years of traveling those arenas, which was how he’d met her in the first place. Her father and uncle had proved useful a few times, but not anything of serious consequence. “Five minutes.” He glanced at his watch and turned to follow Randi who reached for the phone.

The bellman stood stiffly and stared blankly at the wall. “Take the cart back to the hall while we clear this up,” Court ordered.

By the time he reached Randi she had the front desk on the phone.

“Please send up housekeeping…what? Oh, there’s an infestation. We need a complete scrubbing and change of linens—”

Court snatched the receiver from her hand. “Who is this?” His attempt at a glare had no impact as she glared back at him. Great, he hadn’t set this up, not directly or specifically, yet he was the one in trouble.

“Oliver, sir. Is the lady serious about an…infestation?” The man in the lobby whispered the last word. As if it had the power to cause a panic should anyone overhear.

“Oliver, excellent. Apparently, my apartment has been double booked. What else is available immediately?” An arm around Randi’s waist kept her from following their luggage out to the hall, though she didn’t seem to be fighting to get away from him so much as trying not to laugh out loud.

“The penthouse is available. I can give it to you at the same rate as your usual apartment. I’ll send housekeeping to deal with the, um, situation?”