want?”
Chapter Five
A nd he did have all the time in the world, Donovan realized. He was taking time to figure out what the hell he should be doing and right now being with Bebe was perfect. “I should have taken this vacation months ago.”
“Rough days at the office?” She studied his face, looking into his eyes, rubbing her fingers over his chin and cheeks. Enjoying him as much as he liked being with her. And he did, he realized. More than any other woman he’d ever been with. She was independent and anything but clingy or needy. “I need to figure some stuff out.”
“And you’re doing it at the right place,” she whispered in his ear, her hot breath on his neck driving him nuts. “It is a proven fact that foods made with cream and butter and fried are best for coming up with great answers to tough problems. You can clog your arteries with chicken and biscuits and grits and you’ll see the light.”
“That would be the EMS unit taking me away with a heart attack.”
She laughed and kissed his chin. “This is fun. Almost worth getting broken into.”
He moved his hands under Bebe’s baggy sweater, her skin smooth and so warm. He unsnapped her bra, the flimsy material parting across her back, a barely discernible sigh escaping her lips and her eyes catching fire as she stared at him. Then suddenly the fire died, replaced by…worry?
“I wish I had my clothes already off, then I wouldn’t have to figure out how to go about doing it. I mean, when a girl is with a guy like this, there should be some degree of sexiness in taking off her clothes, not just flinging clothes around the room anywhere.”
“I don’t think I’ve ever heard that before.”
“You’ve probably never bedded such an inexperienced woman before.”
“Do you hear me complaining?” He bunched her sweater around her rib cage. “Put your hands over your head.”
This time she laughed. “Now there’s a line we’ve both heard plenty.” She laid her head on his chest and he tugged off her sweater, taking her bra, too. He dropped both on the floor. “I think I’m naked.”
“With minimal amount of flinging. I like your breasts where I can see them and touch them.”
She folded her hands under her chin and peered at him, her eyes smoky. “I like it, too, and I’m not embarrassed by any of this, and I get embarrassed if I even kiss a guy. You make this so easy, or maybe I’m too tired to get embarrassed.”
“It is easy, if you’re with the right guy,” he said while dragging his fingertips down her spine. He stopped at the small of her back by the waistband of her jeans. Bebe had been around the block, but not by much and Donovan guessed he was responsible for most of that journey. He didn’t know that before in the kitchen or he wouldn’t have come on like a rutting moose. But he knew now. “Before we go any further, you have to want this as much as I do, Bebe.”
She grinned wickedly, then planted a kiss on his chest. He felt the heat of her lips clear through his T-shirt. “I want it more,” she said, her breath making him warm all over. “I want you more than anything and I am so glad you’re vacationing in Savannah.”
She levered her torso up, her sex pressing against his dick and her breasts suspended inches from his mouth. One little taste was all he wanted. Yeah, who the hell was he kidding, he wanted a lot more than a taste. “Are you teasing me?”
“I wouldn’t do that. I’m not that kind of girl. You can count on me. I don’t like playing games.”
“This is a different kind of game, and it’s okay to play, since we both win.” He licked the tip of her right nipple, because there was just so much temptation a man could take. She shuddered, her shoulders quivering, her eyes not focusing. “You have some dynamite shape.”
“I don’t know much, Donovan, but I know a B cup is not dynamite.” She crawled off him and stood. Moonlight creeping in through the blinds silhouetted
Chapter Five
A nd he did have all the time in the world, Donovan realized. He was taking time to figure out what the hell he should be doing and right now being with Bebe was perfect. “I should have taken this vacation months ago.”
“Rough days at the office?” She studied his face, looking into his eyes, rubbing her fingers over his chin and cheeks. Enjoying him as much as he liked being with her. And he did, he realized. More than any other woman he’d ever been with. She was independent and anything but clingy or needy. “I need to figure some stuff out.”
“And you’re doing it at the right place,” she whispered in his ear, her hot breath on his neck driving him nuts. “It is a proven fact that foods made with cream and butter and fried are best for coming up with great answers to tough problems. You can clog your arteries with chicken and biscuits and grits and you’ll see the light.”
“That would be the EMS unit taking me away with a heart attack.”
She laughed and kissed his chin. “This is fun. Almost worth getting broken into.”
He moved his hands under Bebe’s baggy sweater, her skin smooth and so warm. He unsnapped her bra, the flimsy material parting across her back, a barely discernible sigh escaping her lips and her eyes catching fire as she stared at him. Then suddenly the fire died, replaced by…worry?
“I wish I had my clothes already off, then I wouldn’t have to figure out how to go about doing it. I mean, when a girl is with a guy like this, there should be some degree of sexiness in taking off her clothes, not just flinging clothes around the room anywhere.”
“I don’t think I’ve ever heard that before.”
“You’ve probably never bedded such an inexperienced woman before.”
“Do you hear me complaining?” He bunched her sweater around her rib cage. “Put your hands over your head.”
This time she laughed. “Now there’s a line we’ve both heard plenty.” She laid her head on his chest and he tugged off her sweater, taking her bra, too. He dropped both on the floor. “I think I’m naked.”
“With minimal amount of flinging. I like your breasts where I can see them and touch them.”
She folded her hands under her chin and peered at him, her eyes smoky. “I like it, too, and I’m not embarrassed by any of this, and I get embarrassed if I even kiss a guy. You make this so easy, or maybe I’m too tired to get embarrassed.”
“It is easy, if you’re with the right guy,” he said while dragging his fingertips down her spine. He stopped at the small of her back by the waistband of her jeans. Bebe had been around the block, but not by much and Donovan guessed he was responsible for most of that journey. He didn’t know that before in the kitchen or he wouldn’t have come on like a rutting moose. But he knew now. “Before we go any further, you have to want this as much as I do, Bebe.”
She grinned wickedly, then planted a kiss on his chest. He felt the heat of her lips clear through his T-shirt. “I want it more,” she said, her breath making him warm all over. “I want you more than anything and I am so glad you’re vacationing in Savannah.”
She levered her torso up, her sex pressing against his dick and her breasts suspended inches from his mouth. One little taste was all he wanted. Yeah, who the hell was he kidding, he wanted a lot more than a taste. “Are you teasing me?”
“I wouldn’t do that. I’m not that kind of girl. You can count on me. I don’t like playing games.”
“This is a different kind of game, and it’s okay to play, since we both win.” He licked the tip of her right nipple, because there was just so much temptation a man could take. She shuddered, her shoulders quivering, her eyes not focusing. “You have some dynamite shape.”
“I don’t know much, Donovan, but I know a B cup is not dynamite.” She crawled off him and stood. Moonlight creeping in through the blinds silhouetted
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