He took a step forward, his gaze on her while he fumbled with the buckle of his belt.
She raised a foot and came within an inch of kicking him in the groin. When he lurched back in alarm, she grinned. He narrowed his gaze.
Keeping her foot raised, she said, “This suit can’t come off unless my boots come off.”
The husky pitch to her voice made his blood sizzle. He finished undoing his belt, dropped it at his feet, then took a firm hold of her ankle so he could guide the sole of her foot to his thigh. As he undid the laces, he glanced up and nearly swallowed his tongue when she reclined on her elbows. The move made her top gape wide open to expose her bare breasts. His trembling fingers fumbled to get her boots off as fast as possible.
She watched him, a smile playing on her lips that had him silently vowing to make her pay for teasing him—in the best possible way. As soon as he tossed her first boot over his shoulder, she lifted her other foot.
While he worked those laces, he slowly slid his gaze up her long legs, past the dip of her belly button to her bare chest, and finally reached her flushed face. His heart was still thudding crazy hard, and his erection throbbed with every beat.
“Every man who’s ever fantasized about Catwoman hates me right now.”
Her gaze narrowed in warning. “No one better ever hear about this.”
“What happens in the stable stays in the stable,” he promised. “I’m just saying, this is a fantasy held by guys the world over.”
“Is it one of yours?”
“I live in the world, don’t I? And you make one hell of a fine Catwoman, Roxanna.”
With that said, he tossed her second boot over his shoulder, took off her demure white ankle socks, and then hooked his hands behind her knees to tug her closer at the same time he stepped up between her thighs. A soft gasp parted her lips, and he was torn between kissing and touching.
He leaned forward and braced one hand on the hay beside her ribs, then flattened his other palm over her navel. Her stomach quivered under his touch, and he slowly slid his hand up, lifted to drag his knuckles through the valley between her breasts, then flattened again to wrap his hand around the back of her neck.
Her chest moved up and down with her quick, shallow breaths, the rise and fall of her pert mounds beckoning him to lick and suck. One hand clenched the blanket, the other her hair as he lowered himself down to flick one of her nipples with the tip of his tongue.
“Loyal.” She breathed his name as a plea, her back arching, pushing her breast up to his mouth.
He wanted his name on her lips again and again.
Bringing his hand back down to cup one breast, he swirled his tongue around the tip of the other, then sucked
her into his mouth. Her moan triggered an urgency in his own body, but he forced himself to take his time, to wring as many sounds of pleasure from her as possible.
Finally, he urged her to sit and captured her mouth with his while stripping her bare to her waist. Her hands were busy, too, tugging at his costume top, stripping it off, then going straight for his pants as their mouths collided again. He angled his hips back with a soft sound of denial, then laid her back so he could take her suit all the way off.
She lifted her hips, and he groaned at the feel of her bare ass cheeks against his palms. As he dragged the supple leather farther down, a sexy little black thong was revealed. He kept going, relishing the toned muscles of her thighs and calves, until he stripped the suit past the delicate arch of one foot, and then the other.
He raised his gaze slowly. “All these years…all those skirts.”
“You don’t like my skirts?”
“I had no idea what they hid.”
Her cheeks pinkened in the most charming way, and he skimmed his hands up to hook his fingers in her thong. As he pulled it off, she moved to sit up. He sensed a sudden tension in her body and paused when he read the anxious look on her face. It was a marked difference from the seductive siren a few minutes ago.
He stepped between her legs once more and reached out to cup her cheek. “What? You change your mind?”
Please don’t let that be it.
She flattened her palm on his abs and lightly stroked up his chest. Fire trailed behind her touch, and her other hand joined the first, her gaze following their path. “It’s, um, been a very long time for me. And there’s only ever been one guy before…now.”
His heart kicked hard beneath her palm. Shit. She might as well be a virgin.
One night suddenly seemed wrong—and in the fucking hay to boot. He really was an ass.
“It’s fine, Roxanna.” Somehow he managed to force the rest of the words from his lips. “We don’t have to do this.”