A few minutes went by and the air between them simmered with awareness.
Would he make a move? He’d said he was interested but acted as if he was unsure about asking her for more. Stacey stood, searching for her shoes with her toes. “I’d better go.”
“Please don’t.” There was a note of urgency in the statement as he stood. “Will you stay with me tonight?”
She stepped closer to him. “What took you so long to ask? A girl might think she isn’t as irresistible as you led her to believe.” She grabbed his shirt, pulled him to her and gave him a kiss she hoped he would remember.
Cody crushed her against him, taking control of the kiss. His lips sauntered across hers as his hands roamed her back before wandering over her cheek to kiss her neck then returning to her mouth. Teasing the seam of her lips with his tongue, he asked for entrance. She gave it and his passion set her on fire. Her hands pulled his head closer as she returned his ardor with a twirl of her tongue. Cody groaned and brought her hips against his, making his desire thickly obvious.
Heat pooled between her legs. Desire had her blood hot and humming. She needed Cody more than anything else in the world.
* * *
Cody had been waiting for an invitation, any invitation, just some indication Stacey wanted to stay. He’d gotten his answer.
He’d purposely chosen to sit in a chair across from the settee to avoid the temptation to pressure her. He enjoyed her company, the peace of just being with her. If that was all she’d offer him then he would accept that. Stacey had brought him back to life. Still, the drive, the desire to touch her had his fingers twitching. There was electricity in the air whenever they were together. Waiting had been agony. He now planned to enjoy every pleasure she offered, for as long as he could.
Stacey’s arms circled his neck and she returned his kiss with all the hunger he’d imagined during sleepless nights. His tongue ran along the seam of her lips and she opened like a bloom waiting for sunshine. Her eager greeting turned the kiss into a heated tango.
His pulse pounded in his ears while blood, hot and pulsing, ran to his manhood, making it thick and tall. Her fingers tunneled through his hair in provocative exploration as if she’d been dreaming of touching it. He cradled her butt, pulling her against him. Those curves he’d admired were now in his hands. His fingers traveled up along them until they framed her breasts.
Cody cupped one, lifting it. Full and firm, the only thing wrong with her breasts was that they were still covered. His thumb brushed her nipple and he was rewarded with it standing to sharp attention.
Stacey moaned and wriggled against him.
His length throbbed, begging to have her. If they didn’t slow down he would take her on the bare boards of his porch. Stacey deserved better than that. Their first time should be less hectic and far more tender. Reluctantly, he dragged his mouth from hers. “Wooh, woman, you’ve got me hotter than a firecracker.”
She gave him an enticing grin. “I like the sound of that.”
Cody let out a low pained chuckle. His mouth gently met hers. Stacey’s hands cupped his face and held him there as she deepened the kiss. Her tongue teased his as her hands moved to his shoulders. She kneaded them as she pressed harder against his aching manhood. How like Stacey to let him know exactly what she wanted.
His mouth moved away from hers to leave kisses across her cheek. He stopped to nuzzle the dip behind her ear. She tensed then squirmed, giving him easier access. So she liked that. He flicked the tip of his tongue over the spot he’d just kissed and she quivered.
Stacey, just as he’d suspected, was ultra-responsive. So vitally alive. He’d been dead for too long. This age-old rush of raw desire she sent through him made him feel alive once more. “Like that, do you?”
“I like everything you do to me,” she murmured against his temple as her hands ran down his chest to his waist. She pulled his shirt from his pants and slipped her hands beneath. They set his skin on fire as they skimmed across his waist around to his back.
His attention returned to her breasts. He filled his hand with one. Her nipple, pushing against the material of the dress, called to him. He had no intention of disappointing. His mouth covered it. Cody tantalized and teased as Stacey leaned toward him. He had to see her bare flesh, truly touch her.
Giving her another lingering kiss, he whispered, “Let’s go upstairs.” It was more of a question than a statement. Cody still wasn’t sure she would agree. Stacey had kept him standing on an edge for days now and she might keep him there. What if she overthought what they were doing, like he had the other day? It might kill him to let her go, but he would if that’s what she wanted.