Page 62 of Too Good to Be True

As she started up the stairs, her head was spinning. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d wanted something this much, or someone, to be more exact. Her desire took over and pushed away her fear, at least for now.

Then Nick goosed her, breaking her out of her trance. “Sorry. I couldn’t resist.”

Laughing, she reached for his hand and pulled him into her bedroom.

The automatic outdoor lights had come on some time ago, and they provided the only light in the room. She considered turning on a lamp but decided not to. She wasn’t sure she was ready for him to see her unfiltered.

He stepped up to the bed and ran a hand over the comforter, just like he had in her daydream. “Nice. I wondered if I’d ever get to see it. Hoped, really.”

He perched on the edge of the bed and crooked his finger at her. “Come here.”

This felt amazingly like her daydream. When she moved into his open arms and felt them close tightly around her, she knew it was real.

Their lips met, and his hands wandered up the front of her top again. When he pinched her nipples, not too hard, not too soft, she felt a surge of moisture between her legs.

Then he pulled back. “Is it okay if I undress you?”

“God, yes.”

He immediately pulled up her top and gently lifted it over her head. Then he placed it with his shirt at the end of the bed and turned back to look at her.

She glanced down and tried seeing herself through his eyes. Her nipples were rosy and pointed, her chest heaved with ragged breaths, and her skin was damp from the heat of their bodies.

“You’re gorgeous,” he breathed.

She warmed at the compliment.

Then he hooked his fingers into the sides of her pajama pants and slid them down, taking her panties with them. Once she stepped out of them, his gaze traveled up her legs and paused at the juncture of her thighs.

Thank goodness I shaved yesterday. Her skin was mostly smooth except for the neat patch of hair between her legs. She’d never been a fan of waxing, although Kelsey swore by it. Based on Nick’s expression and sharp intake of breath, he seemed satisfied with her trim job.

“Your turn,” she whispered, anxious to divert attention away from herself.

He placed his hands on the button of his jeans and then paused. “Dammit.”

“What’s wrong?”

“I don’t have protection. I wasn’t prepared for this.”

You and me both! However, she was prepared in that regard. She padded over to her nightstand, opened the bottom drawer, and came up with a condom. She’d bought a box some time ago, and it was still full. At least they hadn’t expired yet. She held the package up and wiggled it.

“You’re so organized. I should have known,” he teased.

She laughed, but the sound drifted away when he unzipped his jeans and started to pull them down. The last man she’d seen naked was her ex-husband. A few others had come close, but not this close, and none so incredibly hot!

She moved closer to see him better (her eyesight not being what it used to be) and watched him slide his jeans and underwear down his legs and step out of them. When he stood back up, she didn’t even try to disguise her delight. From top to bottom, he was quite simply a gorgeous man.

“I think this is the part where I throw you on the bed and have my wicked way with you,” she said.

“Have at it!”

She stepped into him, placed both hands on his chest, and gave him a little shove. Little being the operative word since he barely budged.

Chuckling, he slipped his arms around her waist, lifted her, and flopped back on the bed. They rolled around, using every square inch of the king-sized bed, kissing and caressing in the way that new lovers did.

Passionate and attentive. He was both those things and so much more. He determinedly and successfully ignited every cell in her body until she was consumed with lust and writhing beneath him. Only then did he reach for the condom.

She came up on her elbows while he ripped open the package and rolled it on, his erection jutting out from his body, long and thick. When he crawled back over her, she spread her legs, anxious to receive him. Instead of entering her right away, he slid his fingers over her seam, and she squirmed with anticipation.