“Shouldn’t we...”
“Shouldn’t we what?” He licked her neck, then nibbled. She shivered beneath his lips and his cock strained against the fly of his jeans.
He wanted her and he wanted her now.
“I don’t know.” She held her arms out and then let them fall helplessly at her side. “Shouldn’t we go out and eat or something? Check out Times Square?”
“Full of tourists and besides.” He glanced at the
clock on the bedside table. “Everything’s busy.”
She turned and looked at the clock too. “It’s only four o’clock.”
“Right. And everything’s busy.” She nudged at him and he stood up straight, staring down at her with amusement. She didn’t look so amused. No, she looked a little put out.
“Nothing is busy. You’re just saying that so you can get in my pants. I just don’t feel...right the way we always have to jump each other’s bones the second we see each other.”
“Why doesn’t it feel right? I’ve been thinking of this moment since I talked to you on the phone a couple of nights ago. I’ve imagined what I was going to do to your body over and over again ever since.”
Said body melted in his arms, he felt it. He knew just how to arouse her, knew just what to say to make her his. “What do you want to do to me?” she asked, her voice soft, her eyes beseeching.
“Why don’t you let me continue and then you’ll find out?” Shooting her a wicked grin he kissed her once more, his mouth hungry, his tongue insistent. He pressed into her, his cock hard and urgent against her belly and she moaned, pushing against him even more.
Her sweet curves settled into him and he slipped a hand between them, cupping her breast, thrumming his thumb against her protruding nipple.
“Thin bra?” Her lingerie never, ever disappointed.
She nodded. “Sheer, pale pink Belgian lace. That bra cost me a fortune so be good to it.”
“Oh baby, don’t you worry. I’ll treat it like the delicate thing it is.” Like the delicate thing she was.
Standing on tiptoe, she slipped her arms around his neck, her hands burrowing through the hair at the nape of his neck and her mouth close to his ear. “I’m wearing matching panties.”
With a growl, his hands slid down her body, cupping her ass and hauling her close to his cock. “I want you naked. Now.”
“Then undress me.” Her voice teased, her breath wafting across his neck, tickling his skin.
It would be his pleasure.
* * *
Justin watched Stephanie with a wicked gleam in his eyes, his sensual mouth damp and pursed. Damp from their kisses, the flesh of his lower lip was red, tempting.
Too tempting for her to resist. She kissed him again, nice and slow, her tongue tangling with his, her hands threading through his thick, dark hair. It had grown out since she first started seeing him and it waved haphazardly around his head, mussed from her hands.
God, he was sexy. Gorgeous and sweet and smart and he was all hers to do with as she pleased. He was the one doing something to her, though. He played with the hem of her shirt, then moved to the placket of buttons down the front. His big fingers undid each button slowly, blunt fingertips brushing against bare skin as it was exposed. She shivered, her entire body shaking from his teasingly brief touch.
“You smell good.” He bent and pressed his lips to the base of her neck, taking a taste and she tilted her head, her eyes sliding closed.
“And you taste good,” he breathed against her skin, his tongue licking, his hands moving to her shoulders to shove the shirt down her arms and off.
She stood there motionless, letting him take over, loving how he did so. The shirt fell from her body, leaving her in just her jeans and bra and she heard his harsh intake of breath, saw the intense glow in his golden eyes.
“Is that new?” He gestured toward her bra.
With a nod, she glanced down and noticed her dark pink nipples straining and poking through the fragile lace cups. He could see everything, something she’d planned from the second she’d spotted the bra and panty set a couple of days ago. “I bought it just for you.”
“I love the way you’re always thinking of me.” A wolfish grin crossed his face and he cupped her breasts in his large, capable hands, kneading her tender flesh.