He slid his wet lips over the sensitive skin of my neck and upper chest. “So beautiful,” he murmured.
I closed my eyes, surrendering to the moment, to our passion.
“I want to kiss every inch of you,” he said, his voice humming against my skin.
“Yes,” I breathed. “Please.”
“Bedroom,” he grunted.
I didn’t want to move, didn’t want his lips to leave my flesh, but I forced myself, knowing the delights that would come. I grabbed his hand and nearly dragged him down the hallway to the master bedroom.
The room was large and airy, and centered on the opposite wall was a king-size bed covered in a masculine brown comforter.
His eyes widened. “God.”
“What?” I said, nearly breathless.
“The bed.”
“Yeah, it’s a bed.”
“I can’t…”
“Are you fucking kidding me?”
“I want to. You don’t even know how much I want to.”
“What’s the problem, then?”
I expected to hear the same old excuses. I deserved more. Pink unicorns. Baby sister.
Instead, “I don’t have a condom on me.”
Was that all? “I’m on the pill. And clean.”
He inhaled, closing his eyes. “I’m clean too. I got checked after my marriage ended. Thank God.”
He pulled me to him and tugged the band out of my ponytail. My hair fell down my back and around my shoulders. “Love your hair. Love every part of you. You’re fucking perfect.”
I tried not to pay attention to the word “love.” He didn’t love me. He was just wildly attracted to me, as I was to him. I loved every part of him too, from the gorgeous sandy-blond hair on his head to his muscular calves and oddly beautiful feet.
Of course, at the moment, his legs and feet were covered.
I wanted them uncovered.
“You’re perfect too,” I said. “Undress for me.”
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bsp; A smile curved his lips upward. “I give the orders here, sweetheart.”
I bristled at the husky timbre of his voice, his command. I wasn’t submissive. Far from it. I wanted this man, though, and if he wanted me to undress, I’d do it.
But I’d tease the hell out of him in the process.
I shook my head, letting my hair tumble farther. Then I bent over, giving him a bird’s-eye view of my ass while I untied my sneakers. Slowly.
His low groan was my reward.