“What would be this easy?”
“Talking to you.” She lifted her head, her gaze meeting his. Again, she was very direct, with no bullshit apparent. He found that characteristic arousing as well. “I haven’t seen you since the night in the closet. I thought you hated me.” He chuckled. “The very last thing I feel for you is hate.”
“Oh really? What do you feel for me then?”
Unadulterated, instant attraction? Uncontrollable lust? His dick stirred, having her so close, and he knew it wouldn’t take much to send him into a full-fledged hard on.
Just smelling her sweet, unique scent had him close enough to the edge as it was.
“I like you,” he admitted. The moment the simple words fell from his lips, he realized they didn’t even come close to encompassing exactly what he thought of her.
What he felt for her.
She smiled, reached out and drew her finger down his cheek. “I like you too.” The wind howled, as if in protest and she leaned in closer, her tequila-tinged breath wafting across his lips. He had a feeling she was a little buzzed, but he didn’t care.
He’d put back a few beers, too, didn’t really have a buzz on but he certainly felt lust-drunk having her so near.
Lanie the pretty nurse who accosted him in a closet downright made his head spin.
Reaching out, he cupped her cheek, and then pushed his fingers into her hair.
Silky soft, the strands wound around his fingers. Her eyes slid closed on a sigh. “It’s too damn cold to be out here.”
“Then we need to keep each other warm.” A wicked smile curved her lips when he pulled her close with his arm still around her shoulders. She draped her arm around his middle and beneath his flannel shirt, her fingers splayed across his stomach.
The wind blew like a bitch and the iron bench chilled his ass even through his jeans, but he forgot all about it when his lips connected with hers. Poof, all thought of nasty weather was gone. All he could concentrate on was the taste of her, the way her tongue danced with his, how her fingers slid beneath his shirt and touched the bare skin of his abdomen…
He jolted when she slid her hand down and executed a subtle brush against the fly of his jeans, he tore his mouth from hers when she boldly cupped him, her fingers firm around his stiffening cock.
“Slow down,” he murmured against her fragrant neck, nibbling and kissing a path down the elegant length of it. “There’s no rush.”
She tipped her head back, giving him better access. “The second I get near you, all I can think about is rushing. It’s all I want—staring into your eyes, getting my hands on you, kissing you—you’re all I think about.”
It pleased him that the feeling was mutual. The chemistry between them had been strong from the get go but this. Only the second time he’d kissed her and he was already raring to go. It was almost embarrassing, how much he wanted her.
But she wanted him just as much, and he wasn’t about to deny a strong woman what she wanted.
Their mouths met again easily, the fit perfect, the tangle of their tongues a sexy, heated glide. He was hot, his skin felt on fire, even with the wind whipping around them and he slid his hands all over her, slowly. Testing the curve of her waist, the flare of her hip, then moving upward to brush against her ripe breasts.
Her hands were just as busy, though they were particularly focused on the fly of his jeans. He jerked his hips to the left, trying to avoid her grip but she was determined.
Next thing he knew she had his fly undone and her hand just inside his open jeans, her fingers settling over his cotton-covered cock.
Damn, she was a busy little thing.
“Lanie.” He broke away from her, his breath coming in jerky spurts, an agonized groan ripping from his lungs when she tucked her hand beneath the front of his underwear and actually touched his cock. Skin to skin, she stroked him, torturing him beyond measure. “You’re killing me.”
“But what a way to go, right?” Her voice was a low, sexy purr, a whispery sound of pleasure escaping her when she brushed the tip of her finger against the head of his cock. “Just how big are you?”
He laughed. He couldn’t help it. This was ridiculous. She had her hand down his pants, her fingers wrapped around his dick and she was a little drunk. All the while, they sat outside in the blistering cold and anyone could walk in on them at any moment.
“Baby, this is the very last place for us to do this.” She adjusted so she faced him, her brows lowered, mouth pursed in the most delectable pout that he couldn’t resist. Leaning into her, he dropped a quick kiss to her lips. “The first time I come with you, I don’t want it to be while you jerk me off and I spill all over your fingers.”
Her eyes lit with pale blue fire. “How about if you come in my mouth?” He groaned. No matter how much the idea appealed—because oh yeah, he could definitely envision her on her knees, her pretty pink lips wrapped tight around his cock—
he couldn’t do that. Not here, not for their first time. “That sounds like a mighty fine idea but one we’ll have to try out later. First, I want you naked and sprawled in my bed. I’m going to be coming inside you.”
She smiled and her fingers gripped him so tight he thought his eyes might cross from the pleasure of it. “I hope you can make due on that promise, mister.”