removed it and tossed it aside. “It doesn’t matter. I’m on the Pill.”
He scowled skeptically. “How do you know I don’t have anything catching?”
“Do you?”
“No,” he said, his scowl growing bigger. “But you don’t know that.”
Fingers through his belt loops, eyes on fire, she pulled him up several more steps. “I trust you.”
They spent several minutes making their way higher in a give-and-take battle for the lead, Kate urging him up the stairs even as Memphis attempted to slow the progression by occasionally pinning her against the wall—a lame attempt to buy himself time to regain control. Lame because each time he caved in to his cravings, taking her mouth with his, the kisses grew rougher. Caught between his need to resist the hold the memories had over him even as he longed to give in.
They reached the last step before the landing, and Kate unfastened his pants and pushed them to the floor with a thunk, her hands greedy as they skimmed across his chest, lighting him on fire.
At this rate, he was going to be finished before he’d even mentally committed to participating.
“Kate, I think—”
She pressed him back again and this time his shoulder bumped a picture on the wall, knocking the frame to the stairs several steps below where it shattered with a crash.
But Kate, fastidious, painstakingly correct Kate, didn’t notice.
And Memphis’s reluctant mind finally fully aligned itself with the rest of his body. With a curse, he released the longing and frustration and the acute ache, cupping her buttocks and pulling her closer. He lifted her until his brief-covered erection nestled between her legs, consuming hermouth in an act of ownership that was as much about his own capitulation as it was about his possession of Kate.
Mind spinning, he finally allowed himself to indulge in his craving for the feisty woman he’d pushed so hard to uncover. All his teasing looks and goading words, taking delight when the real Kate would emerge, briefly dropping the ice-princess facade in exchange for the fiery girl/woman who had lit his adolescent years and set him ablaze. And for the first time she was taking what she wanted, even if it was only physically. It was intoxicatingly sexy, this irresistibly full-blooded Kate he’d waited so long to see. Asserting herself. Making her wishes known and not taking no for an answer.
He’d wanted her to do as much at dinner.
He’d settle for now.
Lips consuming hers, relishing the seductive rasp of tongue against tongue, he pulled the pins from her hair, freeing the silken strands as he backed her toward the first closed door he saw, his heart pounding with the need to be inside this woman.
When he pinned her against the bedroom door, Kate pulled her mouth from his. “Wrong room,” she said.
“What the hell difference does it make?”
“I want you in
my
room.”
Frustrated, Memphis rolled until his back was against the wall, freeing Kate from the pinned position. He gripped the hem of her dress, hauledit over her head and gave it a careless toss. The red silk sailed over the railing overlooking the foyer, fluttering out of sight to the floor below.
Arms wrapped around her, he kissed her with the same urgency that raged in his veins, working to release her bra as he steered her backward down the hall for the next room. When he pushed her against the second door, he let out a sigh of relief as he dragged her bra off and tossed it over his shoulder.
“This isn’t the right room, either,” Kate said.
Need now at a critical level, Memphis muttered, “Damn it, Kate.” He reached for her hips and pulled her against him, arching his hard body against the enticing softness of hers. “Where’s your bedroom?”
“Third floor.”
He eyed the spiral staircase at the end of the long hall. Knowing death by explosion was imminent if he didn’t have this woman soon, he realized he had to take matters more firmly in hand.
Not bothering with a
He scowled skeptically. “How do you know I don’t have anything catching?”
“Do you?”
“No,” he said, his scowl growing bigger. “But you don’t know that.”
Fingers through his belt loops, eyes on fire, she pulled him up several more steps. “I trust you.”
They spent several minutes making their way higher in a give-and-take battle for the lead, Kate urging him up the stairs even as Memphis attempted to slow the progression by occasionally pinning her against the wall—a lame attempt to buy himself time to regain control. Lame because each time he caved in to his cravings, taking her mouth with his, the kisses grew rougher. Caught between his need to resist the hold the memories had over him even as he longed to give in.
They reached the last step before the landing, and Kate unfastened his pants and pushed them to the floor with a thunk, her hands greedy as they skimmed across his chest, lighting him on fire.
At this rate, he was going to be finished before he’d even mentally committed to participating.
“Kate, I think—”
She pressed him back again and this time his shoulder bumped a picture on the wall, knocking the frame to the stairs several steps below where it shattered with a crash.
But Kate, fastidious, painstakingly correct Kate, didn’t notice.
And Memphis’s reluctant mind finally fully aligned itself with the rest of his body. With a curse, he released the longing and frustration and the acute ache, cupping her buttocks and pulling her closer. He lifted her until his brief-covered erection nestled between her legs, consuming hermouth in an act of ownership that was as much about his own capitulation as it was about his possession of Kate.
Mind spinning, he finally allowed himself to indulge in his craving for the feisty woman he’d pushed so hard to uncover. All his teasing looks and goading words, taking delight when the real Kate would emerge, briefly dropping the ice-princess facade in exchange for the fiery girl/woman who had lit his adolescent years and set him ablaze. And for the first time she was taking what she wanted, even if it was only physically. It was intoxicatingly sexy, this irresistibly full-blooded Kate he’d waited so long to see. Asserting herself. Making her wishes known and not taking no for an answer.
He’d wanted her to do as much at dinner.
He’d settle for now.
Lips consuming hers, relishing the seductive rasp of tongue against tongue, he pulled the pins from her hair, freeing the silken strands as he backed her toward the first closed door he saw, his heart pounding with the need to be inside this woman.
When he pinned her against the bedroom door, Kate pulled her mouth from his. “Wrong room,” she said.
“What the hell difference does it make?”
“I want you in
my
room.”
Frustrated, Memphis rolled until his back was against the wall, freeing Kate from the pinned position. He gripped the hem of her dress, hauledit over her head and gave it a careless toss. The red silk sailed over the railing overlooking the foyer, fluttering out of sight to the floor below.
Arms wrapped around her, he kissed her with the same urgency that raged in his veins, working to release her bra as he steered her backward down the hall for the next room. When he pushed her against the second door, he let out a sigh of relief as he dragged her bra off and tossed it over his shoulder.
“This isn’t the right room, either,” Kate said.
Need now at a critical level, Memphis muttered, “Damn it, Kate.” He reached for her hips and pulled her against him, arching his hard body against the enticing softness of hers. “Where’s your bedroom?”
“Third floor.”
He eyed the spiral staircase at the end of the long hall. Knowing death by explosion was imminent if he didn’t have this woman soon, he realized he had to take matters more firmly in hand.
Not bothering with a
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