There was nothing he could do about the computer, but he was enjoying the intimacy of sitting with her. “It’s the first thing that went into my go bag. We can’t let ourselves live like animals, can we?”
“You get a suit and I don’t even get undies. How is that fair?”
“I’m not as pretty as you, love.”
She huffed a little. “Sure you aren’t. The underwear thing, tell me that’s just when we’re alone. Surely you don’t expect me to run around Dallas commando.”
That little problem had neatly handled itself. “Unless you have a spare pair in your bag, I’m afraid you’ll have to fight the raccoon to get them back. I believe you’ll find they’re now part of her nest. She’ll hiss at you when you walk by to shower, but she doesn’t seem to actually bite.”
Her eyes had gone as wide as saucers. “A raccoon has my granny panties?”
“I managed to save your T-shirt, but she’s also got your socks.”
She shivered a little. “I don’t like nature. Why does it have to be in our room?” She looked back at the bathroom longingly. “Can we change motels?”
He could do something about that. “Yes, love. We’re going to get my spare car and drive a ways out of the city. Perhaps down to Austin. We’ll check in somewhere nice with our new identifications and I’ll try to get updates from Adam. I promise the next place we stay will be raccoon-free.”
“No nature?”
“Absolutely no nature.” He should probably try to get her a computer, but he rather liked having her attention on him. The minute he put her in front of a screen, he’d lose her again.
She screamed and jumped on top of him, pointing behind her. “My sock is crawling. It’s crawling, Simon!”
He stood up, easily hefting her slight weight. Sure enough, it looked as though her sock was making slow progress across the floor. It was past time to go. Mother Raccoon made an appearance, hissing his way as she dragged the baby under the sock back to the nest. He really should complain to management because thirty dollars a night was far too much to put up with a roommate.
Still, he liked how she clung to him. She wasn’t thinking about the fact that she was naked now. He held her tight. “It’s gone now. Banished back to the nursery, which also happens to be our loo.”
The arms around him tightened, and she buried her face in his neck. “I can’t take a shower in there.”
“I think you’ll survive until I can find us someplace proper.” He might not though. His stupid cock was greedy. It was taking all the blood in his body. So hard. Her glorious ass was right there in his hands. Did they really need to leave?
She brought her palms up to cup his cheeks and looked up at him. “No nature.”
“None,” he promised.
She bit her bottom lip and then did the absolutely unexpected. She leaned forward and brushed her lips against his. “I like kissing you, Weston.”
Fuck. She was going to kill him, and he would go out happily if he could just get inside her. “I like being kissed, Chelsea. And my name is Simon. When you’re kissing me, I want you to call me Simon.”
She kissed him again, a slow play of her lips along his. She’d been awkward the day before, but it looked like his girl was a fast learner. And she was definitely a natural when it came to getting him hot. “All right, Simon. I think if I kiss you for a while, I might not care about where I am.”
He knew damn well he wouldn’t care. He had a naked Chelsea in his arms. He could be in the middle of Hell and he wouldn’t give a damn. He kissed her, not bothering to play it slow this time. She liked kissing. He could work with that. He licked along her bottom lip, loving the way she shivered in his arms. “Is kissing the only thing you like?”
She licked him back, proving she could go with the flow. She took his bottom lip and gave him a little nip that sent a thrill down his spine. “I like it when you kiss me everywhere. I didn’t think I would like that, Simon.”
He rubbed their noses together, kissing her there, too. There was the sweetest little cluster of freckles on her nose. “Why did you think you wouldn’t like it?”
“I thought it would be weird. That’s private, you know.”
“Not between us it isn’t. If you had read your contract,” he began.
She groaned. “You’re going to throw that back in my face forever. I suppose the contract states that my private parts all belong to you, huh?”
He squeezed her ass. She probably didn’t think she would enjoy anal play, either, but he was going to prove her wrong about that, too. “Your private parts are definitely mine. Every one of them. I expressed that in great detail in our contract. Every single pretty bit.”
“I’m glad I didn’t read it.” She frowned suddenly. “What about your parts?”
“Are you asking if my cock belongs to you by right of contract?” He’d been a solicitor after his service was up. It was how he’d gotten recruited into MI6. They’d needed someone to work at a charity they suspected of arms dealing. He knew how to write a contract that would bind them tightly together.
She flushed again, but then her spine straightened. “Yes. My parts apparently belong to you. I want to know what belongs to me.”
He lowered her a little so she could feel what belonged to her. He ground himself against her belly. “Yes, love, that’s yours. All yours.”
It had bloody well been hers since the moment he’d met her. And she could have it when she gave him what he wanted.
“I want to see it, Simon. I want to touch it.”
Fuck, he would come in her hand. “All right.”
He was just about to put her down when the door opened.
“Hey, nice ass, Dennis. I always knew it would be pretty.” Jesse let the door close behind him as Chelsea screamed again.
Simon turned and let her slide to the floor. Cockblocking son of a bitch. “Jesse, could you give us a moment?”
“Yeah, like who just walks in? Dude, what is wrong with you?” Chelsea used his body as a shield.
Jesse set down the coffee and what looked like donuts. “It’s not like I haven’t seen most of it before. We go to the same club.”
Simon stared his partner down. “We’re not at the club now. You can give us some privacy.”