“Sweetheart, I saw what you drive. Your Porsche does not need a timing belt, and no way could you afford a car of that caliber while working part-time painting other women’s nails and selling real estate in Bay City.”
Close enough to kiss him, she stared at his mouth. “Ha. I didn’t lie about my car. The Porsche isn’t mine. Remember, it’s Darrell’s car. I really do have an old Honda Accord that needs a new timing belt. It’s expensive, and I haven’t had time to take it into the mechanic.”
“I’ll fix it for you.” He skimmed his lips against hers. “You can watch if you’d like.”
A low pleasing sound came from her and she fought to keep from closing her eyes and wrapping herself around his body. “I’d like that.”
“Me too, sweetheart.” The words vibrated against her lips.
Then he was gone and she blinked. He stood beside her. Before she could ask what he was doing, he picked her up and she could only hold on to his shoulders—huge shoulders—and continue kissing him. Her hunger had nothing to do with food this time.
In the bedroom, he put her on her feet without letting go. He locked his gaze on her, smiled tenderly, and exhaled. His confidence put her at ease.
She liked how he took her choices away. Left up to her, she’d keep pushing him away, because that’s what she was supposed to do, but it was also the last thing she wanted to do. “I want you to know, I don’t normally sleep with men…and never on the job. I mean, I’ve had boyfriends, but I don’t—”
He covered her mouth with his finger, sliding the tip along the width of her bottom lip. “I know.”
Good. She wanted him to believe what she planned to do meant something to her. Not that she expected roses tomorrow, but she wasn’t a skank. Yet she felt like one, and right now, she wanted to be the skankiest woman ever and show him she was better than all the women he’d been with before.
“I think I’m stressed,” she whispered.
His chest rumbled under her hands. “Let’s see what I can do to de-stress you, huh?”
She nodded, her stomach doing cartwheels as he slowly stripped her of her shirt. She quivered at the concentrated way he took in all the new discoveries he seemed to find on her body. He made her feel special and perfect, even though her hips were too slender and her breasts were too large for her frame.
He planted his mouth on her abdomen. As he tasted his way up her body, she sank her fingers into his hair, guiding him higher until he straightened in front of her.
“Your turn,” she said.
He toed off his running shoes and socks. She zeroed in on the shorts hanging low on his hips. Hooking her thumbs under the waistband, she stepped closer until her nipples touched his chest and lowered the shorts.
He growled and kicked off the offending material, picked her up, and threw her on the bed, landing softly braced above her. She laughed. His reaction toward her was dangerous. He was extremely pleased.
From what she knew of Tony, he had little patience. He proved her opinion of him next. His tongue touched hers and her whole body moaned. Her legs relaxed, and his hips settled between her thighs. Heat shot through her and she melted, conforming her body to entwine with his.
Without another thought, her hands came up to his arms, over his shoulders, and around his head, holding him in position as she kissed him back. She deepened the kiss, losing herself in the security of him holding her. He controlled the situation and she let him, loved letting him lead, knowing wherever he took her would be a wonderful place she’d want to stay and enjoy herself.
“I want you,” he muttered.
She lifted her hips, giving him permission. “Okay.”
“Not yet.” He pulled back and stared down into her eyes.
She tilted her head, languishing on the bed, barely able to question what he meant when he showed her. His head went down and he worked his way south, over her breasts, her ribs, her abdomen.
Close enough to kiss him, she stared at his mouth. “Ha. I didn’t lie about my car. The Porsche isn’t mine. Remember, it’s Darrell’s car. I really do have an old Honda Accord that needs a new timing belt. It’s expensive, and I haven’t had time to take it into the mechanic.”
“I’ll fix it for you.” He skimmed his lips against hers. “You can watch if you’d like.”
A low pleasing sound came from her and she fought to keep from closing her eyes and wrapping herself around his body. “I’d like that.”
“Me too, sweetheart.” The words vibrated against her lips.
Then he was gone and she blinked. He stood beside her. Before she could ask what he was doing, he picked her up and she could only hold on to his shoulders—huge shoulders—and continue kissing him. Her hunger had nothing to do with food this time.
In the bedroom, he put her on her feet without letting go. He locked his gaze on her, smiled tenderly, and exhaled. His confidence put her at ease.
She liked how he took her choices away. Left up to her, she’d keep pushing him away, because that’s what she was supposed to do, but it was also the last thing she wanted to do. “I want you to know, I don’t normally sleep with men…and never on the job. I mean, I’ve had boyfriends, but I don’t—”
He covered her mouth with his finger, sliding the tip along the width of her bottom lip. “I know.”
Good. She wanted him to believe what she planned to do meant something to her. Not that she expected roses tomorrow, but she wasn’t a skank. Yet she felt like one, and right now, she wanted to be the skankiest woman ever and show him she was better than all the women he’d been with before.
“I think I’m stressed,” she whispered.
His chest rumbled under her hands. “Let’s see what I can do to de-stress you, huh?”
She nodded, her stomach doing cartwheels as he slowly stripped her of her shirt. She quivered at the concentrated way he took in all the new discoveries he seemed to find on her body. He made her feel special and perfect, even though her hips were too slender and her breasts were too large for her frame.
He planted his mouth on her abdomen. As he tasted his way up her body, she sank her fingers into his hair, guiding him higher until he straightened in front of her.
“Your turn,” she said.
He toed off his running shoes and socks. She zeroed in on the shorts hanging low on his hips. Hooking her thumbs under the waistband, she stepped closer until her nipples touched his chest and lowered the shorts.
He growled and kicked off the offending material, picked her up, and threw her on the bed, landing softly braced above her. She laughed. His reaction toward her was dangerous. He was extremely pleased.
From what she knew of Tony, he had little patience. He proved her opinion of him next. His tongue touched hers and her whole body moaned. Her legs relaxed, and his hips settled between her thighs. Heat shot through her and she melted, conforming her body to entwine with his.
Without another thought, her hands came up to his arms, over his shoulders, and around his head, holding him in position as she kissed him back. She deepened the kiss, losing herself in the security of him holding her. He controlled the situation and she let him, loved letting him lead, knowing wherever he took her would be a wonderful place she’d want to stay and enjoy herself.
“I want you,” he muttered.
She lifted her hips, giving him permission. “Okay.”
“Not yet.” He pulled back and stared down into her eyes.
She tilted her head, languishing on the bed, barely able to question what he meant when he showed her. His head went down and he worked his way south, over her breasts, her ribs, her abdomen.
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