He pulled back, caressing her hair back from her face as he looked in her eyes. “Tell me you’re staying the night.”
“I brought a toothbrush.”
“Yes.” He set his glass down and scooped her into his arms.
Laughing, she reached blindly behind her, looking for someplace to put her glass. In the end, she just let it drop to the floor. With a husky laugh, she wrapped her arms around his neck and began kissing him in earnest.
He’d never had a woman kiss him the way she did. She threw her entire being into the kiss, like it was the last kiss she’d ever have so she was going to make it count.
He carried her to his bedroom, careful not to run into anything, which was a distinct possibility given the way she was licking at his lips. He paused at the foot of his bed, holding her in his arms while he kicked off his shoes. He lowered her to the mattress, covering her with his body carefully so he didn’t crush her.
Her fingers began working the buttons of his shirt. “I can’t wait to see you naked,” she murmured, kissing her way down his neck.
“That can be arranged.” He sat up, straddling her hips, and began to undo the buttons himself. “I get to undress you though.”
“I’m fine with that.” She lay with her arms behind her head, watching him with hot dark eyes.
He stripped the shirt off and undid the top button of his pants, letting them hang open.
She moved then, trailing her fingers along his hip and dipping them in lower.
Her touch was electric, making him hiss. He closed his eyes for a moment to get himself under control, but he reopened them quickly—he didn’t want to miss a moment of this.
“You aren’t wearing underwear,” she noted. “You’re such a bad boy.”
“Bad boys don’t wear briefs?” he asked, reaching for her buttons.
“In my fantasies they don’t,” she said, watching him undo her blouse.
He wanted to rip it off her as much as he wanted to go slow and savor every inch he uncovered. But he stripped it off her, carefully draping it at the foot of the bed because he figured she wouldn’t like it wrinkled. She had on a plain skin-colored bra. Not that it mattered, because what was underneath was what was of interest to him. He traced a finger over the top of her breasts.
She arched up. “Take it off.”
He didn’t need to be told twice. He snaked his hands behind her and unsnapped her bra, dragging it off. Then he sat back and looked his fill.
“Beautiful,” he said, brushing the backs of his hands against her nipples.
Gasping, she arched up. “Take your pants off.”
“After I get you naked.” He made quick work of the rest of her clothing, kissing his way down her body as he bared every inch to his eyes, his fingers, his mouth. By the time he had her completely nude, she was writhing under him, her hands pulling at him.
He got up and quickly shucked his pants.
“I have condoms in my bag,” she said, leaning on her elbow.
He’d bought some yesterday, but he had a feeling she’d feel better if they used what she had. “Got it,” he said, striding into the living room to get her purse. He carried it to the bedroom, closing the double doors behind him.
He opened the curtains to let the lights of the city filter in as she got the condoms out. He heard the rip of foil and turned around.
“Come here,” she said in her husky voice.
He went to the bed, kneeling at the edge. He moaned as she touched him, watching her hands glide over his skin, over his hard-on, and down around his balls.
He gritted his teeth to keep from coming right then and there. “Condom,” he managed to get out.
She hummed. For a second he thought she was going to draw it out—to torture him more—but she must have decided to take pity on him because she covered him very quickly with the rubber.
He knelt over her, pushing her legs wide as he looked his fill again. He put his hands on her hips, dipping his thumbs into her, opening her. She was wet and hot and he knew when he slid into her it’d be the best moment of his life.