Free Resisting Roots (Lotus House Book 1) by Audrey Carlan Page B

her a moment ago.
    She placed her hands on her hips and looked down. Couldn’t look me in the eye. Oh, yeah, I so had her.
    “I may have considered it a time or two this week. When you weren’t being a pig, that is.”
    Line.
    As slow as a ninety-year-old man, I edged closer to her. She moved back with each step I took forward, until she eventually hit the wall. The patchwork fabric behind her head with all the golds, reds, and deep jewel tones set off her pale skin like the whitest marble. Placing my hands on each side of her head, I caged her against the wall. Exactly where I’d wanted her this entire time. Stuck. Completely at my mercy. The thought of having her at my mercy somewhere else made my dick hard as granite. I nudged the beast against her belly. She gasped but didn’t push me away.
    “I’ll meet your brother, gumdrop. I would have eventually anyway.”
    She furrowed her brow, but I carried on, rubbing my lower region where I wanted to plunge most. I was rewarded with another gasp, this one accompanied by a soft moan.
    “But this is how it’s going to go. I’ll meet with you and your brother tomorrow, after our session. Then, tomorrow evening, I’m taking you out. On a real date.”
    “I can’t.”
    “Why not?”
    “Clients.”
    She said the one word as if it answered the question. It didn’t.
    Pressing my cock harder against her, I knew I’d gotten the exact spot I was shooting for when her mouth dropped open and a little mewl slipped out. That thin fabric of her yoga getup probably provided excellent friction as I rubbed against her clit.
    “What do clients have to do with anything?” I growled and brushed into her again.
    She clasped her hands around my neck, moaned, and shifted her hips against my throbbing erection—by far, the most pleasurable torture I’d experienced in ages. Damn, this woman tied me up in knots of desire.
    “I cut hair on Friday and Saturday nights. I have two clients tomorrow.” She flexed her hips again and closed her eyes.
    She licked her lips, and I brought mine close enough to smell the cherry on them.
    Yoga instructor and hairdresser? “When are you free?” Moving my hands down over her ass, I cupped the sweet flesh and anchored her leg to my hip, opening her farther to my thrusts.
    She panted as I smashed my cock against her sex. I increased the pace of the thrusts, and thank the good Lord above, Genevieve countered each movement with one of her own.
    Her response was breathy and coated with desire when she replied. “I have to check my schedule. Oh, my word…”
    I knew exactly what that meant. My gumdrop was about to go off, and if the intense concentration on her face and the mist of sweat now coating her brow was anything to go by, it would be one helluva release. Hell, yeah. I picked up the pace, pressed my pelvis forward, and rubbed my thick cock against her over and over. I lifted one hand and curved my fingers around a weighty breast. She jerked against my hand as I squeezed the globe through her tank.
    “Kiss me,” I demanded when her head tipped back.
    The little nonsensical phrases that left her lips were constant, proving she was completely lost in the moment. Just the way I wanted her.
    Genevieve opened her eyes, and I swore to Christ, I could see my future staring back at me. Her mouth was slack, her half-open eyes filled to the brim with lust, and her cheeks as pretty as any pink rose I’d ever seen.
    “Trent,” she whispered.
    I about shot my wad in my pants. Her entire body tightened, and I couldn’t wait. I laid my lips over hers and tasted her orgasm in the breath that rushed out her mouth. Tongues wild, untamed, and everywhere at once…we kissed like our lives depended on it. She clutched me and held our lower halves together as the quaking and tremors throughout her faded and eventually stopped.
    Our mouths were fused together when I responded to the beauty that was Genevieve by almost blowing a load into my pants. Still, I