out. She dropped the pan on the cold burner with a clank before turning back to face him. “And we may be hungry after, so I don’t want it to burn.”
He smiled. “You are so fucking hot.”
Then he was on her, around her, holding her. His hands slid into her hair as his mouth touched hers. Not a gentle peck either. Oh, no. This man could kiss. Long and lingering. Heat burning until she expected to smell smoke.
His lips crossed hers. The warmth of his mouth and the firm chest rubbing against hers. The breath rushed out of her and she couldn’t get close enough. She practically crawled on top of him as he deepened the kiss.
His mouth lifted for a second. She thought she heard him say “okay” then he pressed even harder. One hand went to the back of her neck to hold her head steady as his tongue licked along the seam of her lips.
The sensual back and forth, the play of strong hands and warm lips had her grabbing on to him to keep from falling down. Then his leg was there, sliding up the inside of her calf. His knee rose and their clothing rustled.
She heard a pounding sound in her ears and when his knee pressed against the space between her thighs she broke off the kiss on a sharp inhale of breath. She rested her forehead against his as she tried to get her bearings.
“You okay?” His voice dipped even lower than usual as his knee pressed against her.
Her sensitized inner muscles begged for more. She could feel her body grow wet and her head dropped back, pressing harder into his palm. “Perfect.”
He nodded. “Where’s your bedroom?”
She pointed in the general direction of the room. Truth was they could end up in the bathroom and she’d be fine.
But she needed to set down one rule. “We are not fucking. Not tonight.”
She didn’t even remember why that was so important. Something about maintaining control and refusing to mix business with pleasure. It all sounded like nonsense in her head right now.
“There are so many things we can do without me getting inside you.” His hand caressed her head. “I’m happy to walk us through every single one of them.”
A mix of desire and need clogged her throat. “Jesus.”
He kissed her again. Short but no less explosive. Her nerve endings tingled.
When he lifted his head that intense gaze searched her face. “Is that a yes?”
She couldn’t force a word out so she nodded. Not the sexiest response ever but she guessed she was going to need her energy for whatever was about to happen.
Starting now.
She broke away from his embrace. He let her go but his gaze never left her. She glanced over her shoulder and held out a hand to him. “Let’s go.”
“Yes.”
She half expected him to run. She thought about jogging but went with a slow sexy dance through the living room and down the short hallway. One filled with touching and kissing. He even managed to untuck her shirt as they knocked against walls and tripped over carpet.
When she reached the bedroom she flicked the light on. A warm white made the room glow. From the high double bed with the fluffy blanket thrown over the end to the deep blue walls, the room said cozy.
But right now she wanted to rip his clothes off.
Between dragging kisses and the caress of his hand against her back then her butt, she managed to unbutton his shirt. One white button then another. She opened the edges wide, revealing the gray T-shirt he wore underneath.
The driving need slamming into her took over. She shoved the long-sleeve shirt off his shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Next came the tee. In her desperation to get to skin she almost shredded the thing ripping it over his head.
But then her palms smoothed over his chest and the world slowed down. Her fingertips outlined the puckered scar right near his collarbone. There was another old wound low on his stomach. The pain and danger behind those injuries hit her.
She blocked the mix by concentrating on the tattoo. Simple and clear. His pledge to the
He smiled. “You are so fucking hot.”
Then he was on her, around her, holding her. His hands slid into her hair as his mouth touched hers. Not a gentle peck either. Oh, no. This man could kiss. Long and lingering. Heat burning until she expected to smell smoke.
His lips crossed hers. The warmth of his mouth and the firm chest rubbing against hers. The breath rushed out of her and she couldn’t get close enough. She practically crawled on top of him as he deepened the kiss.
His mouth lifted for a second. She thought she heard him say “okay” then he pressed even harder. One hand went to the back of her neck to hold her head steady as his tongue licked along the seam of her lips.
The sensual back and forth, the play of strong hands and warm lips had her grabbing on to him to keep from falling down. Then his leg was there, sliding up the inside of her calf. His knee rose and their clothing rustled.
She heard a pounding sound in her ears and when his knee pressed against the space between her thighs she broke off the kiss on a sharp inhale of breath. She rested her forehead against his as she tried to get her bearings.
“You okay?” His voice dipped even lower than usual as his knee pressed against her.
Her sensitized inner muscles begged for more. She could feel her body grow wet and her head dropped back, pressing harder into his palm. “Perfect.”
He nodded. “Where’s your bedroom?”
She pointed in the general direction of the room. Truth was they could end up in the bathroom and she’d be fine.
But she needed to set down one rule. “We are not fucking. Not tonight.”
She didn’t even remember why that was so important. Something about maintaining control and refusing to mix business with pleasure. It all sounded like nonsense in her head right now.
“There are so many things we can do without me getting inside you.” His hand caressed her head. “I’m happy to walk us through every single one of them.”
A mix of desire and need clogged her throat. “Jesus.”
He kissed her again. Short but no less explosive. Her nerve endings tingled.
When he lifted his head that intense gaze searched her face. “Is that a yes?”
She couldn’t force a word out so she nodded. Not the sexiest response ever but she guessed she was going to need her energy for whatever was about to happen.
Starting now.
She broke away from his embrace. He let her go but his gaze never left her. She glanced over her shoulder and held out a hand to him. “Let’s go.”
“Yes.”
She half expected him to run. She thought about jogging but went with a slow sexy dance through the living room and down the short hallway. One filled with touching and kissing. He even managed to untuck her shirt as they knocked against walls and tripped over carpet.
When she reached the bedroom she flicked the light on. A warm white made the room glow. From the high double bed with the fluffy blanket thrown over the end to the deep blue walls, the room said cozy.
But right now she wanted to rip his clothes off.
Between dragging kisses and the caress of his hand against her back then her butt, she managed to unbutton his shirt. One white button then another. She opened the edges wide, revealing the gray T-shirt he wore underneath.
The driving need slamming into her took over. She shoved the long-sleeve shirt off his shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Next came the tee. In her desperation to get to skin she almost shredded the thing ripping it over his head.
But then her palms smoothed over his chest and the world slowed down. Her fingertips outlined the puckered scar right near his collarbone. There was another old wound low on his stomach. The pain and danger behind those injuries hit her.
She blocked the mix by concentrating on the tattoo. Simple and clear. His pledge to the
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