“I’m not sure I deserve you,” he whispered against her lips.
“Yes, you do. You deserve me, and I deserve you, and we both deserve to be happy.”
“How happy are we gonna get?”
“I think we’re going to be very, very happy.”
Smiling, he kissed her with the abandon he hadn’t been able to surrender to while at the Beachcomber.
Pressed against him, arms tight around his neck, Cindy was right there with him, making him see stars, he wanted her so badly. It’d been so long since he’d been close to a woman that he was afraid he might scare her. He couldn’t let that happen. He wouldn’t let that happen. She wasn’t just anyone. She was special, and he wanted to show her that.
“Tell me to stop if it’s too much.”
“It’s not.” She tugged at the long-sleeved Henley with the Beachcomber logo on the chest. “Take this off.”
He pulled the shirt over his head and gave thanks for the hours in the gym as her eyes went wide with appreciation.
She ran her hands over his biceps, making him shiver from the excitement of her touch.
“What about this?” he asked, giving her sweater a gentle tug.
“Take it off.”
Jace kept waiting for her to call a halt to this madness, but as long as she didn’t, he was all in. And madness was the only word to describe the way he felt being close to her this way. As the sweater cleared her head, he gazed down at her, taking note of the tan lines on her chest and the rise and fall of full breasts.
Reaching behind her, he released the clasp on her bra and watched as the fabric fell away. “You’re pretty everywhere, Cindy.”
Her hands skimmed over his back. “So are you.”
He cupped her ass and lifted her, hoping she’d wrap herself around him, which she did. “Your place or mine?”
“My bed is bigger.”
“Yours it is.” As he carried her to the bedroom, he was still waiting for her to say, Hang on, this is happening too fast. But she only continued to kiss his face and neck, making him even crazier than he already was. When he lowered her to the bed and came down on top of her, he held himself up on his elbows. “You’re sure about this?”
“Are you?”
“Very sure.”
“That makes two of us.”
Gazing down at her sweet face, he said, “And we’re not going to regret this afterward?”
“I’m not planning to if you’re not.”
“No regrets. Just pleasure.”
She ran her fingers through his hair, sending more shivers down his spine.
“I ought to warn you that it’s been a while for me.”
“How long is ‘a while’?”
“Like seven years?”
“Oh. Well…”
“Yeah, this is apt to be quick.”