Page 49 of Lick
He didn’t wait for me to do it, grabbing the hem of my shirt and lifting it up over my head and raised arms.
“I didn’t think answering the door mostly naked was a good idea.”
“Fair enough,” he murmured, pulling me in against him and backing me up against the door. “You looked worried about something downstairs. What was it?”
“It was nothing.”
“Evelyn.” There was something about the way he said my name. It made me a quivering mess. Also the way he cornered me, pressing his body against mine. I put my hands flat on his hard chest. Not pushing him away, just needing to touch him.
“I was wondering,” I said. “After our talk this morning, when we, um, discussed signing the papers on Monday.”
“What about it?” he asked, staring straight at me. I couldn’t have looked away if I’d tried.
“Well, I wasn’t sure if you still felt the same way. About not signing them, I mean. You’d had a lot to drink.”
“I haven’t changed my mind.” His pelvis aligned with mine and his hands swept up my sides. “You changed yours?”
“No.”
“Good.” His warm hands cupped my breasts, and I lost all ability to think straight.
“You okay with this?” He gave his hands a pointed a look.
I nodded. Talking had gone with thinking, apparently.
“Then here’s the plan. Because I know how you like your plans. We’re going to stay in this room until we’re both satisfied we’re on the same page when it comes to us. Agreed?”
I nodded again. Without a doubt, the plan had my full support.
“Good.” He placed the palm of one hand between my breasts, flat against my chest. “Your heart’s beating real fast.”
“David.”
“Hmm?”
Nope, I still had no words. So instead, I covered his hand with my own, holding it against my heart. He smiled.
“This is a dramatic reenactment of the night we got married,” he announced, looking at me from beneath dark brows. “Hang on. We were sitting on the bed in your motel room. You were straddling me.”
“I was?”
“Yeah.” He led me to the bed and sat at the edge. “Come on.”
I climbed onto his lap, my legs wrapped around him. “Like this?”
“That’s it.” His hands gripped my waist. “You refused to go back to my suite at the Bellagio. Said I was out of touch with real life and needed to see how the little people lived.”
I groaned with embarrassment. “That doesn’t sound the least bit arrogant of me.”
His mouth curved into a small smile. “It was fun. But also, you were right.”
“Better not tell me that too often or it’ll go to my head.”
His chin rose. “Stop making jokes, baby. I’m being serious. I needed a dose of reality. Someone who’d actually say no to me occasionally and call bullshit on that scene. That’s what we do. We push each other out of our comfort zones.”
It made sense. “I think you’re right… Is it enough?”
He held his hand to my heart again and bumped the tip of his nose against mine. “Can you feel what we’re doing here? We’re building something.”
