everything without having to read the plaques.” He rubbed his hands across her shoulders.
An impish grin spread across her lips. “Almost everything. Can we move on?”
“Sure.” He guided her up the wide corner staircase and onto the second floor.
After they entered the Earth, Moon, Meteorites exhibit hall, Carrie started to relax into him as they stopped to read the descriptions for a meteorite on display. He watched her take in all data and store it away for later use. Her enthusiasm grew until she was practically glowing. Caught up in it, David couldn’t help himself—he spun her away from one of the final displays to lay a kiss on her pink, parted lips, capturing her exhale with his mouth before releasing her.
“I love seeing you so happy. I take it this was a good idea?”
“Yes, it was. I’m having a surprisingly good time.” The unfettered joy in her voice warmed him.
After seeing minerals of incredible colors and gemstones glittering in the dim hall, they reached the Hope Diamond.
Carrie snugged herself against his side. “It’s so beautiful.” She stared at the slowly spinning display, as enthralled as every other woman in the room.
“You bet it is.” He skimmed his hand up and down her arm and watched her reactions to the display.
She stared at the slowly rotating necklace for so long he was pretty sure she’d forgotten about everything else in the room. After giving her ample time to admire the craftsmanship and sparkle, he leaned down to her ear. “I bet you’d look perfect in that…and nothing else.”
She bit her lip, but not before a moan slipped free. “You’re the one who didn’t want to go home earlier.”
He could see the bare outline of her nipples pressing against her thin tee-shirt. He ached to run his fingers across them. They would pucker, she would blush and he would certainly test his control.
In college, he’d taken full advantage of being on the all-star baseball team, working through sorority girls with the same enthusiasm he showed on the field. It had tapered off, though, with grad school. He’d had fewer women, but the sex hadn’t been any less intense. He wasn’t ashamed by the number of women he’d slept with, but it wasn’t low by any means.
But not a single one of his past lovers had ever come close to making him lose it like Carrie did. All he needed was a hint of her citrusy scent or the glint in her eyes—patient tolerance, frustrated ire, or wicked calculation—and he was ready.
He swallowed to quench his parched throat, but the words still rasped out. “Trust me, Care, I want nothing more than to have you beneath me. If I thought we could get away with it, I’d find a dark corner in this museum and make you come until you scream.”
She shuddered against him, and those perfect nipples, a tender pink he dreamed about, tightened.
“But the truth is—I enjoy teasing you. And the more you want to leave to satisfy whatever lust you think you feel for me, the more I want it to build. Until you’re mindless with wanting me.”
She turned her head until his lips met her temple. “David—”
“Until you can’t separate lust from longing, Carrie. That’s when we’ll go home, and I’ll satisfy you until you can’t walk tomorrow.”
A sigh tumbled from her lips. The closeness of the crowd suddenly made him itch for fresh air. Or maybe it was the appreciative looks men gave Carrie. She had the glow of a well-pleasured woman, and her eyes were slumberous and sexy. He knew how they felt, but it didn’t mean he wanted anyone imagining her pleasure being theirs.
Tucking her under his arm, he forged a path away from the Hope Diamond and back into the crowded hallway to head for the Insect Zoo.
In her condo, she had a collection of butterflies under glass, specimens representing some of the places she’d visited. He wanted to watch her interact with the live-butterfly exhibit and see if her fascination with insects extended to more
An impish grin spread across her lips. “Almost everything. Can we move on?”
“Sure.” He guided her up the wide corner staircase and onto the second floor.
After they entered the Earth, Moon, Meteorites exhibit hall, Carrie started to relax into him as they stopped to read the descriptions for a meteorite on display. He watched her take in all data and store it away for later use. Her enthusiasm grew until she was practically glowing. Caught up in it, David couldn’t help himself—he spun her away from one of the final displays to lay a kiss on her pink, parted lips, capturing her exhale with his mouth before releasing her.
“I love seeing you so happy. I take it this was a good idea?”
“Yes, it was. I’m having a surprisingly good time.” The unfettered joy in her voice warmed him.
After seeing minerals of incredible colors and gemstones glittering in the dim hall, they reached the Hope Diamond.
Carrie snugged herself against his side. “It’s so beautiful.” She stared at the slowly spinning display, as enthralled as every other woman in the room.
“You bet it is.” He skimmed his hand up and down her arm and watched her reactions to the display.
She stared at the slowly rotating necklace for so long he was pretty sure she’d forgotten about everything else in the room. After giving her ample time to admire the craftsmanship and sparkle, he leaned down to her ear. “I bet you’d look perfect in that…and nothing else.”
She bit her lip, but not before a moan slipped free. “You’re the one who didn’t want to go home earlier.”
He could see the bare outline of her nipples pressing against her thin tee-shirt. He ached to run his fingers across them. They would pucker, she would blush and he would certainly test his control.
In college, he’d taken full advantage of being on the all-star baseball team, working through sorority girls with the same enthusiasm he showed on the field. It had tapered off, though, with grad school. He’d had fewer women, but the sex hadn’t been any less intense. He wasn’t ashamed by the number of women he’d slept with, but it wasn’t low by any means.
But not a single one of his past lovers had ever come close to making him lose it like Carrie did. All he needed was a hint of her citrusy scent or the glint in her eyes—patient tolerance, frustrated ire, or wicked calculation—and he was ready.
He swallowed to quench his parched throat, but the words still rasped out. “Trust me, Care, I want nothing more than to have you beneath me. If I thought we could get away with it, I’d find a dark corner in this museum and make you come until you scream.”
She shuddered against him, and those perfect nipples, a tender pink he dreamed about, tightened.
“But the truth is—I enjoy teasing you. And the more you want to leave to satisfy whatever lust you think you feel for me, the more I want it to build. Until you’re mindless with wanting me.”
She turned her head until his lips met her temple. “David—”
“Until you can’t separate lust from longing, Carrie. That’s when we’ll go home, and I’ll satisfy you until you can’t walk tomorrow.”
A sigh tumbled from her lips. The closeness of the crowd suddenly made him itch for fresh air. Or maybe it was the appreciative looks men gave Carrie. She had the glow of a well-pleasured woman, and her eyes were slumberous and sexy. He knew how they felt, but it didn’t mean he wanted anyone imagining her pleasure being theirs.
Tucking her under his arm, he forged a path away from the Hope Diamond and back into the crowded hallway to head for the Insect Zoo.
In her condo, she had a collection of butterflies under glass, specimens representing some of the places she’d visited. He wanted to watch her interact with the live-butterfly exhibit and see if her fascination with insects extended to more
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