He kissed and stroked her. “Pack your s**t,” he said, tracing his fingertips down either side of her spine.
Zara didn’t want to move and the ticklish itch that thrummed through her from his hands was an electricity that she wanted to savor for a while. “I’m tired, can we sleep here?”
“No,” he said and got up, dumping her out of his lap and onto her feet.
Her dress fell off her body and warmed her toes. The sudden change of position sent blood back into her lower limbs and they began to tingle. Brodie was already storming past her. He pulled a sports bag from the closet and opened drawers to stuff whatever he found inside into the bag.
The odd action perplexed her. “Most of my things are at the manor,” she said, sitting back in the chair they’d just had s*x in to bend over and rub her l
