happy sound that made him feel like a god.
‘Just for the record? I love hearing you laugh, but when it’s right before we’re going to...you know...my manhood could take offence.’
She laughed harder and he found himself grinning right back.
‘Manhood? Seriously? Is that what you call it?’
To his immense surprise, he felt heat in his cheeks, as if he was about to blush. ‘Well, I don’t have a nickname for it, if that’s what you’re asking.’
‘I’m teasing.’ Her laughter subsided as she raised a hand to cup his cheek. ‘You’re the most confident, charming guy I’ve ever met and I like seeing you a little off guard.’
He could live with confident and charming. And her admiration.
For a fleeting second, he wondered what kind of a stupid bastard her ex-husband had been, to screw around on a woman of Lucy’s calibre.
If she was this sweet now, he could only imagine she would’ve been even more innocent nine years ago.
But no point dwelling on the dumbass now. He had a reputation to uphold for Lucy. Confident and charming. Yeah, he could do both.
‘You know the thing about teasing?’ He pressed his pelvis against her, savouring the soft moan that escaped her luscious lips. ‘I give it back in spades.’
He claimed her mouth. Possessive. Demanding. Relishing her frenzied response as she writhed against him.
He’d expected her to be a tad reticent, so her uninhibited responses stoked his fire further.
He supported her butt and rested it on a nearby hall table, wrenching his mouth from hers. ‘Bedroom?’
‘Here,’ she said, her eyes not leaving his as she snagged the hem of her top and peeled it upwards.
He groaned, his gaze riveted to her pink lace bra, her nipples dark and protruding through the sheer fabric.
His mouth went dry as she snapped the button on her jeans, unzipped and shucked them lower, stepping out of them, to stand barefoot in that sexy bra and a matching lace thong.
Pale pink lace against ivory satin skin. Stunning.
‘Want to see the rest?’ She rested a hand on her hip and cocked it in a provocative stance that accentuated her feminine curves.
‘Hell yeah.’ He hoped he didn’t drool as he said it.
She winked. ‘You’ll have to catch me first.’
Before his befuddled brain could process what she meant, she took off, darting towards the stairs. ‘You want to play tag at a time like this?’ he shouted after her retreating back. ‘Because a man in my condition can’t run.’
She paused on the second to top step and glanced over her shoulder, her teasing smile pure vixen. ‘I’m taking that as a good sign.’ Her sultry gaze slid over him, lingering on his groin. ‘All night, you said?’
He sprinted towards the stairs. The faster he caught her, the faster he could have her naked and pliant and begging for more.
She squealed as he leapt the steps three at a time and she took off again, dodging to her right. He chuckled as she reached the end of the hallway and glanced around, indecisive.
‘My bedroom’s this way, in case you were wondering.’ He jerked a thumb over his shoulder, in the opposite direction to where she stood, a vision in her underwear.
‘Guess you’ve got me cornered then.’
He stalked towards her, slow, deliberate strides, unbuttoning his shirt along the way.
Her eyes widened as she watched him and when he shrugged out of it and flung it on the nearest banister, her tongue darted out to moisten her bottom lip.
Damn, he wanted to do that. Kiss those lips all night long.
‘Come here.’ He crooked his finger, delighting in the way she openly ogled his chest.
‘What’ll you do if I obey?’
He pretended to think, before snapping his fingers. ‘I’ll take off my jeans.’
A spark of fire lit her eyes. ‘That’s a good start.’
He took his time with the button fly, undoing each button painstakingly slowly.
When he was done, he slid the jeans over his hips, edged them down his thighs, and kicked them off, sending
‘Just for the record? I love hearing you laugh, but when it’s right before we’re going to...you know...my manhood could take offence.’
She laughed harder and he found himself grinning right back.
‘Manhood? Seriously? Is that what you call it?’
To his immense surprise, he felt heat in his cheeks, as if he was about to blush. ‘Well, I don’t have a nickname for it, if that’s what you’re asking.’
‘I’m teasing.’ Her laughter subsided as she raised a hand to cup his cheek. ‘You’re the most confident, charming guy I’ve ever met and I like seeing you a little off guard.’
He could live with confident and charming. And her admiration.
For a fleeting second, he wondered what kind of a stupid bastard her ex-husband had been, to screw around on a woman of Lucy’s calibre.
If she was this sweet now, he could only imagine she would’ve been even more innocent nine years ago.
But no point dwelling on the dumbass now. He had a reputation to uphold for Lucy. Confident and charming. Yeah, he could do both.
‘You know the thing about teasing?’ He pressed his pelvis against her, savouring the soft moan that escaped her luscious lips. ‘I give it back in spades.’
He claimed her mouth. Possessive. Demanding. Relishing her frenzied response as she writhed against him.
He’d expected her to be a tad reticent, so her uninhibited responses stoked his fire further.
He supported her butt and rested it on a nearby hall table, wrenching his mouth from hers. ‘Bedroom?’
‘Here,’ she said, her eyes not leaving his as she snagged the hem of her top and peeled it upwards.
He groaned, his gaze riveted to her pink lace bra, her nipples dark and protruding through the sheer fabric.
His mouth went dry as she snapped the button on her jeans, unzipped and shucked them lower, stepping out of them, to stand barefoot in that sexy bra and a matching lace thong.
Pale pink lace against ivory satin skin. Stunning.
‘Want to see the rest?’ She rested a hand on her hip and cocked it in a provocative stance that accentuated her feminine curves.
‘Hell yeah.’ He hoped he didn’t drool as he said it.
She winked. ‘You’ll have to catch me first.’
Before his befuddled brain could process what she meant, she took off, darting towards the stairs. ‘You want to play tag at a time like this?’ he shouted after her retreating back. ‘Because a man in my condition can’t run.’
She paused on the second to top step and glanced over her shoulder, her teasing smile pure vixen. ‘I’m taking that as a good sign.’ Her sultry gaze slid over him, lingering on his groin. ‘All night, you said?’
He sprinted towards the stairs. The faster he caught her, the faster he could have her naked and pliant and begging for more.
She squealed as he leapt the steps three at a time and she took off again, dodging to her right. He chuckled as she reached the end of the hallway and glanced around, indecisive.
‘My bedroom’s this way, in case you were wondering.’ He jerked a thumb over his shoulder, in the opposite direction to where she stood, a vision in her underwear.
‘Guess you’ve got me cornered then.’
He stalked towards her, slow, deliberate strides, unbuttoning his shirt along the way.
Her eyes widened as she watched him and when he shrugged out of it and flung it on the nearest banister, her tongue darted out to moisten her bottom lip.
Damn, he wanted to do that. Kiss those lips all night long.
‘Come here.’ He crooked his finger, delighting in the way she openly ogled his chest.
‘What’ll you do if I obey?’
He pretended to think, before snapping his fingers. ‘I’ll take off my jeans.’
A spark of fire lit her eyes. ‘That’s a good start.’
He took his time with the button fly, undoing each button painstakingly slowly.
When he was done, he slid the jeans over his hips, edged them down his thighs, and kicked them off, sending
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