Hot Property (Hot Zone 4)

“Poor baby.” She spoke lightly, but she was feeling anything but casual toward him at the moment.

He understood her feelings. He cared. And from the moment she’d met him, she’d wanted this. Wanted to be alone with him and see where things went.

Maybe it was that damned wild side and maybe this yearning for Roper was real. She didn’t know, but when she looked into his intense eyes filled with desire for her alone, everything inside her told her to go for it.

Her heart pounded hard, echoing in her ears. The tension had been building between them all night, and sharing her past, her fears, herself, only intensified the connection.

She wondered if he’d make the first move or if she’d just throw caution to the wind and kiss him first. It was a tie. They met in the middle, lips lightly touching at the same time he wrapped his hand around the back of her neck, locking her in place.

She wasn’t going anywhere but liked the pressure of his palm pressing her ever closer, deepening the kiss. Fireworks went off inside her brain while sizzling heat seared her body inside out. She was lost in the moment while he seemed to grow frenzied. His hands threaded upward through her hair, while she grasped his shoulders and dug her nails into him, needing more with each passing second.

With shaking hands, she moved to his shirt, working on the buttons, opening one at a time, making sure her fingers grazed his chest. “Did I ever mention that I like how you’re always so nicely dressed?” she managed to ask him.

He lifted his head and smiled. “No, but I’m glad you noticed.”

She laughed softly. “I noticed everything about you. Of course, it’s hard for a woman who’s used to running around in shorts and flip-flops to compete with you. I changed at least fifteen times tonight,” she said, embarrassed at the admission.

His eyes grew darker, hotter, if possible. “I’ve never seen you looking anything but perfect,” he said as he brought his hands around to the back of her dress.

Her nipples tightened even more than they already were, puckering hard as he slowly undid her zipper, lowering it until he reached the small of her back.

“I’d like to see Florida through your eyes,” he said in a husky voice. “And I’d love to be with you when you’re running around in those skimpy little shorts and tank tops.”

She licked her damp lips. “I don’t recall mentioning that my shorts were skimpy or that I wore tank tops.”

“It’s my imagination. Let it get carried away, will you?” He splayed his hands across her back and sucked in a shallow breath. “No bra.” He closed his eyes and counted to ten, all the while skimming his hand up and down her bare back. “I’m glad I didn’t know about this before now.”

“Honestly, this dress didn’t call for one.”

“Honestly, I’m glad.” He pulled the dress down over her shoulders, releasing her breasts.

She tried not to squirm or show her embarrassment as he stared at her full breasts, tight nipples and overall bare top half.

He leaned his head back against the couch and groaned. “Amy, you are so gorgeous.”

She shook her head. “I’ve seen the women you’ve been with, so let’s not go there, okay? If I wasn’t so far gone with wanting you, I’d be more self-conscious. Let’s not give me time to get there.” She glanced away as she spoke.

It wasn’t that she didn’t think she measured up as much as she knew how hard the women in his circles must work to keep up appearances, cosmetic and otherwise. She was just an everyday woman with an everyday body. It was a reality she understood. How could she not mention the obvious?

He shook his head. “Listen,” he said in a serious voice. “Considering I’m here with you, and you can feel how much I want you, I think we’re clear on what looking at you does for me.” He covered her breasts with his palms and she forgot all sense of embarrassment.

Heck, she nearly passed out from the glorious sensation of his warm palms and hot touch. And when he slowly, gently, cupped their weight, palming her flesh, she writhed, squeezing her thighs together, letting small waves of pleasure build higher.

A soft moan escaped her throat and he reacted immediately, lowering his head and pulling her nipple into his mouth. She whimpered. He merely suckled her harder, using his tongue to lick and his teeth to lightly graze her flesh. Nerve endings on fire, unable to control herself, she rocked her hips from side to side, desire and longing building inside her. And when she couldn’t take the sensations he evoked any more, he seemed to know and transferred his attention to her other breast, giving it equal loving attention.

Bells went off in her head and it took some time before she realized it was a cell phone and not ecstasy causing the sound.

Hers? His? She wasn’t sure, but reality, which had been far away, dawned slowly. It wasn’t her phone.

“John?” she asked, calling for his attention.

He didn’t respond.

“John?” She curled her fingers into his shoulders.

“What?”

“Your cell phone,” she said, pushing him away.