Perfect Proposal by Leah Braemel Page A

his gaze to
her lips, still swollen from their earlier kisses, “—if you were
talking to me while I was in the shower.”
    Shoot, he’d figured between her singing and the running water
she wouldn’t hear him talking. “Nope. I was—” Keep your eyes up, Watson, stop thinking about getting her
naked , “—checking in with Chad.”
    “ I know it’s a blow to your ego, but Chad doesn’t need you to
micromanage things. He’s perfectly capable of running the office
himself. And you took a couple of days off to relax.” She poked her
index finger into the middle of his chest. “So relax
already.”
    “ Hey, he contacted me first.” He didn’t have to mention that
his second-in-command had reached him by text message, which is how
he’d replied. “It’s not my fault the guy’s OCD about details.”
Which was what made Chad so good at his job.
    Her
expression softened. “I worry about you, Sam. You’ve been working
so hard lately. You deserve this vacation. Chad can handle any
issues that come up back in D.C.”
    “ I know, but—“
    “ No buts. Now promise me you won’t be checking your email or
texting him all day. Give yourself some time for fun.”
    The
scent of her shampoo—a light fragrance of ginger and some other
spice—filled his lungs. Damn, she smelled good enough to eat. A
quick check over his shoulder at the hotel room clock showed he had
time to do a little taste test of the smorgasbord known as
Rosalinda Ramos. Taste test, hell! Count him in for a whole
sit-down dinner with her laid out as the main meal. He gave in to
temptation and tugged at the terry tucked into her cleavage. “Well,
lookie here, your towel’s come loose.”
    Damned
if she didn’t thwart him by pressing her whole body against him to
hold it in place. “I know I said you should have fun but we’re due
at my parents’ in less than an hour. We don’t have time for sex
right now.”
    He
raised his eyebrows and drew himself up to his full six foot six to
stare down at her. “There’s always time for sex.”
    She
slapped at his chest with little heat. “I still have to dry my
hair—”
    With her
tight curls, drying meant using a boatload of hair products to help
keep her hair straight and tame, which took her at least forty-five
minutes.
    “— and do my make-up.”
    Shoot,
he could have waited an hour or more to get dressed up in this
monkey suit. At least he could loosen his tie while he waited. And
maybe his fly. He always got a hard-on watching her apply her
makeup—especially her lipstick, while he imagined the particular
shade on her lips as they closed around his cock the way they had
earlier.
    “ Then I have to get dressed.” The conviction in her voice faded
as she nuzzled her face against his chest.
    Yeah,
they were definitely going to be late, thanks to the erection
painfully constrained by his briefs.
    “ We can blame traffic if we’re late.” He slipped his hands
beneath the terrycloth and palmed her bare ass. Drowning in Rosie’s
sensuality, he gave in and allowed his carnal side to take
over.
    Rosie
gasped when he lifted her until they were nose-to-nose, her bare
feet dangling a foot off the floor. Though she teased him about
lugging her around like she was a suitcase, she found his penchant
for picking her up as though she weighed nothing incredibly
romantic.
    With a shake of her head in mock dismay, she locked her hands
around his neck and hooked her legs around his hips. “You’re
incorrigible, you payaso .”
    “ Even a clown would get hard watching you parade around in
nothin’ but a towel, Rosebud.” As proof of the truth of his
statement, he pressed his erect cloth-covered shaft against her
mound.
    She
should have anticipated this when he’d ogled her cleavage instead
of listening to her. Oh heck, she’d seen the look he’d given her
when she’d headed into the shower, and quite frankly she’d been
surprised he hadn’t joined her. The fact that they’d already made
love