licking the area with a swipe of his tongue. He didn’t miss the shiver skating over her body. He had to have her, right this minute.
He pressed his lips to the side of her neck. “Will the dinner be okay if you turn the stove off for a few minutes?”
She drew in a breath as if knowing what he had in mind. “I think I can put everything on low.”
“Do it,” he ordered. “I can’t wait another minute to get my hands on you.”
Obediently, she turned the oven to warm and shut the burner off completely. The basket of rolls she covered with a folded towel. Then she turned in his arms.
“What did you have in mind, cowboy?”
“This, for starters.”
He threaded his fingers through her hair to cup her head, tilted her face up to his, and lowered his mouth to hers. Her lips had the flavor of the strawberry gloss she was wearing, and he licked every inch of the surface before pressing the tip of his tongue against the seam of her mouth. When she opened for him, he slid his tongue inside, licking the soft inner surfaces, coaxing her tongue to dance with his. He slanted his mouth, first one way then another, using every angle to deepen the kiss more and more. She tasted hot and sweet, her flavor permeating his body and sizzling his nerves. Only when he ran out of breath did he lift his head and stare into her eyes.
“Minx,” he said softly. “You dressed this way on purpose tonight.”
“And if I did?”
He nipped her lower lip. “It’s working. That’s all I can say.”
Lowering his head, he scattered kisses along her collarbone and down between her breasts. He laved the upper swell of her breasts then followed the damp trail with more kisses. Unable to stop himself, he lifted his hands to cup her breasts, brushing his thumbs over the now-beaded nipples. He swallowed a sound of satisfaction when she gave one of those breathy little moans he loved so much.
“We’re not doing this standing in the kitchen,” he told her, his mouth against her jaw. “I want you where I can spread you out before my eyes and feast on every naked inch of you.”
“Promises, promises,” she goaded, standing on her tiptoes to nip at his chin.
“And I follow through,” he told her.
Lifting her in his arms, he carried her into the bedroom, plastering his mouth to hers as he set her gently on her feet beside the bed. But she pushed away from him, climbed up onto the bed, and sat with her legs curled beside her.
“Uh-uh. Tonight, you get naked first, and I get to watch.”
She was much bolder, causing him to wonder what prompted the change. Maybe, like him, she was trying to cram as much into this week as she could. They’d agreed, right? A week of fun. What if he introduced her to his kind of fun? Would she throw him out the door? Would the week end too soon? But just thinking about what he wanted to do with her made his balls ache.
“You mean like a strip tease?”
She put a finger to her chin and tilted her head, giving him another of her minx looks. “Ooh, that would be wonderful. I’ve never been to a strip club.”
“This is a private showing.” God, the woman was turning out to be full of surprises. Her bold attitude was doing bad things to his self-control, even as he began to unbutton his shirt. “A performance for one.”
Her eyes flashed with hunger at his words. “Then let’s get it on.”
He had no idea where this bold Lexie had come from. Not that she’d held anything back the other night, but this woman? Hot damn. She was making him more conflicted than ever.
But not enough to call a halt to things, selfish bastard that he was.
He finished unbuttoning his shirt, slipped it off, and tossed it to the little chair next to the bed. Next, his hands went to the button on his slacks, but he stopped when he had it open. Tonight, he’d be better prepared. He reached in one pocket for the condoms he’d slipped in there, only to come out with the familiar length of rope. Before he could shove it
He pressed his lips to the side of her neck. “Will the dinner be okay if you turn the stove off for a few minutes?”
She drew in a breath as if knowing what he had in mind. “I think I can put everything on low.”
“Do it,” he ordered. “I can’t wait another minute to get my hands on you.”
Obediently, she turned the oven to warm and shut the burner off completely. The basket of rolls she covered with a folded towel. Then she turned in his arms.
“What did you have in mind, cowboy?”
“This, for starters.”
He threaded his fingers through her hair to cup her head, tilted her face up to his, and lowered his mouth to hers. Her lips had the flavor of the strawberry gloss she was wearing, and he licked every inch of the surface before pressing the tip of his tongue against the seam of her mouth. When she opened for him, he slid his tongue inside, licking the soft inner surfaces, coaxing her tongue to dance with his. He slanted his mouth, first one way then another, using every angle to deepen the kiss more and more. She tasted hot and sweet, her flavor permeating his body and sizzling his nerves. Only when he ran out of breath did he lift his head and stare into her eyes.
“Minx,” he said softly. “You dressed this way on purpose tonight.”
“And if I did?”
He nipped her lower lip. “It’s working. That’s all I can say.”
Lowering his head, he scattered kisses along her collarbone and down between her breasts. He laved the upper swell of her breasts then followed the damp trail with more kisses. Unable to stop himself, he lifted his hands to cup her breasts, brushing his thumbs over the now-beaded nipples. He swallowed a sound of satisfaction when she gave one of those breathy little moans he loved so much.
“We’re not doing this standing in the kitchen,” he told her, his mouth against her jaw. “I want you where I can spread you out before my eyes and feast on every naked inch of you.”
“Promises, promises,” she goaded, standing on her tiptoes to nip at his chin.
“And I follow through,” he told her.
Lifting her in his arms, he carried her into the bedroom, plastering his mouth to hers as he set her gently on her feet beside the bed. But she pushed away from him, climbed up onto the bed, and sat with her legs curled beside her.
“Uh-uh. Tonight, you get naked first, and I get to watch.”
She was much bolder, causing him to wonder what prompted the change. Maybe, like him, she was trying to cram as much into this week as she could. They’d agreed, right? A week of fun. What if he introduced her to his kind of fun? Would she throw him out the door? Would the week end too soon? But just thinking about what he wanted to do with her made his balls ache.
“You mean like a strip tease?”
She put a finger to her chin and tilted her head, giving him another of her minx looks. “Ooh, that would be wonderful. I’ve never been to a strip club.”
“This is a private showing.” God, the woman was turning out to be full of surprises. Her bold attitude was doing bad things to his self-control, even as he began to unbutton his shirt. “A performance for one.”
Her eyes flashed with hunger at his words. “Then let’s get it on.”
He had no idea where this bold Lexie had come from. Not that she’d held anything back the other night, but this woman? Hot damn. She was making him more conflicted than ever.
But not enough to call a halt to things, selfish bastard that he was.
He finished unbuttoning his shirt, slipped it off, and tossed it to the little chair next to the bed. Next, his hands went to the button on his slacks, but he stopped when he had it open. Tonight, he’d be better prepared. He reached in one pocket for the condoms he’d slipped in there, only to come out with the familiar length of rope. Before he could shove it
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