Page 34 of Worth Loving
“I’m still not changing my mind.”
He smiled, his blue eyes so bright out in the sun, her smile sinful and almost rewarding as if she’d just given him the best prize of the century.
They walked in the door, her fingers still holding his as if she were guiding him to her lair.
Yeah that thought almost had her bursting in a fit of giggles.
Great way to turn a man off.
The minute they were in her place, she put her purse and keys on the little table by the door, spun around and before she could get a word out of her mouth, he was kissing her.
Hard. Hot. Wet.
Practiced. Like he might be the only one who could get her body to feel what it was.
His tongue slid in, touched hers, darted around, then pulled it into his mouth and sucked.
Gently. As if he had all the time in the world when she knew he didn’t.
“I like that you aren’t afraid to wear heels with your height,” he murmured against her lips.
“I’m still several inches shorter than you,” she said. “But something tells me you wouldn’t be bothered if I were taller than you.”
“Nope,” he said, wrapping his hand in her hair and pulling her lips back to his.
They were making out a few feet from her doorway. His hands were on her waist and moved to her ass, cupping her through her dress. She was positive he was aware she had a thong on.
And maybe that was a nice piece of confidence she needed for today.
But as much as she wanted this, she realized she didn’t know what the hell she was doing. Why hadn’t she thought of that earlier?
She supposed the best thing to do was just hang on for the ride. To let him take control and play it up as if she liked aggressive men.
So far she found she did, as he held her head in place and assaulted her mouth as if she might possess the last pair of lips he was ever going to taste.
Just in case he had second thoughts, she reached down and tugged his shirt out of his jeans so he got the hint, then reached for the buttons to remove it, and pushed it off his shoulders. Oh Lord, the body on him.
She hadn’t thought real men who talked toherwere built like this.
Muscles on top of muscles. Abs, that crazy V thing that went to the opening of his jeans.
“You’re staring,” he said, the humor in his voice setting off a series of throbs in her lady parts.
“Wow,” she said. “I guess I hadn’t expected that.”
He grabbed her hand and pulled her down the hall and the only bedroom in the place.
“Guess I need to help you undress.”
She kicked her heels off, then watched as his hands bunched up her dress on each side, pulling it up and then lifting it over her head, leaving her in the white cotton bra and thong.
Nothing fancy. Nothing super sexy, but not her granny panties.
Just something that she felt would make a statement without saying a word.
The way his eyes were burning into her body said mission accomplished.
He pulled her closer, his hand going up her back, then down again, and she realized he was unlatching the hook of her bra.
