Roping the Wind by Kate Pearce Page A

checked that her blouse was buttoned, tucked it into her pants and did them up. He watched her, a slight smile on his face, and one thumb tracing the bulge of his cock in his jeans.
    ‘We haven’t finished yet. You know that, right?’
    ‘Of course, fair’s fair.’
    ‘Oh, don’t worry about me. I was talking about you.’
    She knew she was blushing as she pointed at the door. Would he let her get away with changing the subject? ‘How did you manage to get in here without causing a riot?’
    He smiled as he eased the lock open and went to wash his hands. ‘I asked the maître d’ if I could check up on you because you were pregnant and might be throwing up. I also suggested he keep anyone else out.’
    She just gaped at him. Such a devious dirty mind behind that handsome exterior. He tipped his hat and opened the outer door. ‘Now we’ve got the appetizer out of the way, let’s go eat dinner.’

Chapter Six
    Jay studied Helen as he ate his way steadily through his steak. She wasn’t eating much, her color was high and she was definitely aware of him. He liked that. He liked the way her body responded when he leant closer to her, the welcoming scent of her sex and her heat.
    His cock ached so much that his back teeth hurt. If he wanted to remain sane and in control for the rest of the evening, he needed to take himself in hand. He placed his napkin on the table and got to his feet. Helen looked up at him, her expression guarded.
    ‘I’ll be back in a minute. Order me some coffee, will you?’
    He managed to stroll to the restroom without whimpering from the tightness of his jeans and locked himself in a stall. He leant up against the wall and carefully eased down his zipper. The hem of his blue denim shirt was soaked in pre-come. His breath exploded through his teeth as he wrapped a hand around his engorged shaft.
    The restroom door creaked open and two guys in the middle of a loud conversation about the Super Bowl entered. Jay closed his eyes and concentrated on his cock, glad that the noise they were making would cover any sound he might inadvertently make. He pictured Helen’s pussy, imagined easing inside her, her tight channel clenching around him as she came.
    He pumped harder, deliberately rough with himself, wanting the same explosion of feelings he’d created in Helen. As he felt his balls tighten and his come travel up his shaft, he grabbed a handful of paper and caught the stream of liquid as it gushed from him. He gulped in a couple of deep breaths and carefully zipped himself up.
    He waited until the guys left before flushing the toilet and leaving the cubicle. Just the thought of Helen sitting there waiting for him made him semi-hard again. He hadn’t felt this horny since he was a teenager. Delving beneath that ice-cold exterior to find the sexy woman who existed there was more interesting than anything he had ever attempted before.
    He studied his expression in the mirror. Eager didn’t even begin to cover it. Helen offered him the opportunity to regain control in one part of his life at least and that thought was intoxicating. Everything suddenly seemed brighter. He couldn’t wait to get back out there and start the slow build-up of sexual tension once again.
    Despite Helen’s protests, Jay scribbled his name on the bill and handed it back to their server with a grin. Grayson probably hadn’t intended his generous allowance to be used to wine and dine women, but, hell, he didn’t need to know about it.
    Helen looked up as he pulled back her chair for her. ‘What are you smiling for?’
    ‘I’m thinking about my big brother. He’s the real powerhouse in the family.’ He put a casual arm around her shoulders, felt her instant response. ‘I’m the black sheep, if you haven’t already guessed.’
    ‘Now there’s a surprise.’
    He drew her closer and guided her into the elevator. ‘I suppose you were always the golden girl in your family.’
    She shrugged and avoided his gaze.