Chapter Twelve

The musky scent of Jon’s cologne swirled in her nostrils as his strong arms held her close, a heady cocktail of emotions swirling in her head. Desire and passion were sweeping through her body making her legs tremble every time his hypnotising blue eyes pulled her in to ignite the sparks that fuelled the fire burning deep within her. His hands dropped slowly down her sides to rest softly either side of her swaying hips, her own arms draped loosely around the firm muscles of his shoulders. The seductive rhythm of Clapton’s live number that was now emanating from the sound system was dangerous, Rachel could feel her pulse beating wildly, her insides clenching in the need for something more, to be closer to the raw form of masculinity in front of her.

Jon let the music roll over him, the raspy lyrics travelling down his spine to where his hips softly rolled in unison with Rachel’s. She was like a kitten in his arms, fragile but with the capacity to strike at any moment. The eyes that fluttered up to meet him smouldered with an intensity that should have scared him. The opposite was true; he couldn’t get enough of her.

“So, what do I gotta do to get you to cut me a good deal here?” He smiled down at her face, framed in gentle blonde waves.

“I don’t know that you can afford me!” Eyes twinkling she leaned her weight back in his arms, very much aware that his fingers were mere inches away from cupping her ass. “I wasn’t in the top three per cent of real estate agents in North America for nothing you know?”

Jon blew out a low whistle, his fingers tightening to give the rise of her buttocks a cheeky squeeze.

“Top three huh? Well you know…….” Smirking he jerked his head back up at the house with its palatial decor, “I’m usually a top one per cent kinda guy………….dunno if top three would make the grade?”

Rachel’s sweet smile never left her face as she deftly lifted her right hand to flick his earlobe – hard.

“Owww, I’m kidding!” Chuckling Jon ducked his head onto his shoulder to rub his stinging ear; good to know the woman had violent tendencies.

“Oh I know YOU are!” Reaching to tenderly rub his ear with her fingers she grinned up at him.

“Just letting you know that I’m NOT!”

“Oh I don’t doubt that for a second! C’mere.” Letting his hands drop daringly low on her ass to pull her tight against him, he dropped a sneaky kiss on her surprised lips, chuckling softly when he felt her melt against him.

“Soooo you say this place is valued around twenty two million, yeah?”

“Give or take….” Rachel mumbled against his chin as her fingers gently ruffled the roots of his hair tufting out from behind his ears, her neck craned back to meet his continued string of teasing kisses.

“So if it sells for that figure, how much of that are YOU gonna take?”

“Six per cent.” Without a moment’s thought, she delivered her answer directly and to the point, her eyes staring unblinkingly up at him.

“Ouch!” Jon winced as he ran the figures through his head, “That’s cut throat right there!”

Rachel shrugged in his arms, a playful glint bouncing off her eyes.

“Hey, that’s a pretty good deal right there, I usually charge seven per cent! But seeing as I know you….”

Chortling Jon dipped his head to nibble cheekily at the smooth skin of her neck, his breath warm against her throbbing pulse.

“Then what about if you get to know me better?” He purred against her throat, grinding his groin temptingly against her hips. “What would you say then?”

Gasping, Rachel fought to stop the small whimper that threatened to escape when she felt his hard manhood rubbing unapologetically through the thin fabric of her dress. This was insane!

“I’d say five per cent, bottom line!” She struggled vainly to keep a grasp on reality, she was a business woman dammit!

“Bottom line huh?” A snicker rumbled through his voice, his fingers once again squeezing the cheeks of her butt that moulded perfectly against hands. “Speaking of which…….”

Giggling she squirmed against his unyielding grasp, her fingers slipping from around his neck to splay against the firmness of his chest. Decked out in an expensive looking dark navy polo shirt, his tanned neck disappeared under the v of the shirt, wispy curled chest hairs with a hint of grey luring her fingers closer. God damn, how does one man pull off casual so good?

“Bottom line! Or you go get yourself another agent!”

“Sheesh, you play hard ball woman!” The words were no sooner out of his mouth when with a devilish grin Rachel subtly nudged her hips sideways across his already throbbing cock, held captive by the thankfully not so tight cargo pants he had on.

With all the airs and graces of an angel sent from God himself, she innocently arched her brows, her groin moulded snugly against his pants.

“Are you sure that’s not your own…..ahem……hard issue you’re talking about?”

She couldn’t believe the brazenness of her own words. It was as if Jon had waved a wand of sorts and whisked the old Rachel out the window to be replaced by the wanton hussy that was currently seductively slithering all over him like an electric eel.

Jon swallowed hard at her words, loaded with innuendo. He wasn’t sure how much more his poor testosterone ravaged body could take. Damn this woman was a tease.

“Baby don’t you go there unless you’re willing to provide a solution!” He huskily swung her around in his arms, the sensualising guitar riff only adding to the magnetism between them.

“Got me on my knees Layla……….

Beggin darlin please Layla…….”

Murmuring the lyrics under his breath he stared her deep in the eyes, his hands roaming from the curve of her ass to slide up and down her back, silently heightening the need for something more.

Before she realised what she was doing, Rachel’s fingers found themselves slipping down to scrape across the bare skin of his rippled abdomen, the hem of his shirt falling loosely about her wrists as she travelled upwards to spread her hands in the soft cloak of hair that spread from his chest down to a narrow feathery strip disappearing below his belt.

“I think I’ve got a solution for that…….” Her whisper was barely audible as she nervously ran her tongue over her lips, the moist pinkness that followed instantly drawing Jon’s attention.  Wordlessly they moved as one from the patio into the kitchen, swaying with the fading final lyrics of Clapton until the rapturous applause that followed the live recording spurred Jon into action. Safely concealed from prying outside eyes, he bumped her hard against the wall, his strong forearms planted to the wall on either side of her arms effectively blocking off any escape.

Jon dropped his head to nuzzle at her neck, his lips roughly sucking and nipping at the taut skin he found as Rachel threw her head back against the wall, her fingers mercilessly kneading the unyielding muscles of his broad chest. Confident he had her exactly where she wanted to be, he let his arms drop to glide down the contours of her thighs, the flimsy cotton fabric of her dress sliding against his hands. Slowly he let his fingers curl upwards hooking the hem of the dress to drag it up past her quivering thighs until his thumbs just reached the line of her silk panties.

Rachel drew in a sharp breath at the feel of each of his calloused thumbs scraping along her skin just inside the elasticated seam. The rough skin of his fingertips created electric jolts of pleasure that shot to her core, a fiery nub burning deeply between her legs. Instinctively she recalled her roaming hands that had been gently fisting tufts of chest hair to sink further south, to where the feathery trail descended down his lean stomach. 

Jon groaned when her fingers dipped briefly below his waistband to gain a better grip on his belt buckle which she gave a gentle tug.

“Rachel baby…….why don’t we take this upstairs?”