She smiled sexily and it turned him inside out. He’d thought about her all damn day, having a hell of a time keeping his mind from wandering to the memories he had of kissing her and touching her. Feeling her luscious body pressed to his. Making her come so hard she screamed his name.
He let out a low groan as she scooted toward him on the plush white sofa and tucked her legs under her.
“You are sensational,” he told her as he draped an arm around her.
“Told you, it’s a lifestyle.” She gave this a moment’s thought, then added, “Or maybe it’s a secret fetish, since I’ve never shared the private side of my lingerie addiction with anyone else.”
“Well, darlin’, this is one addiction I cannot argue with.”
“How about the fact I’m addicted to your kisses?” Her lips grazed his neck as she spoke.
“Nope, can’t complain about that one, either.”
“Good. Because it’s pretty much all I thought about today.”
“You and me both.”
Her fingertips brushed over his skin at the opening of his shirt as she asked, “Do you want to watch TV?”
Ryan’s cock twitched. Adrenaline pumped through his veins. Heat flared in his gut.
“No, sweetheart, I don’t.”
He felt her lips curve into a smile against his neck. “What do you want to do?” she whispered.
A low grunt echoed in the quiet room. He really had intended to behave himself this evening, but she was a temptation he could not resist.
“I want you to show me what’s under that robe.”
“Okay.” She slipped from the sofa, a mischievous look in her emerald eyes.
Standing before him, Ginger slowly pulled the sash at her waist, teasing him. She let the robe fall open and slide down her arms to the floor.
Ryan sucked in a sharp breath.
“Now that’s just plain cruel.”
His gaze roved her scantily clad body, and he was suddenly tormented by the reminder he didn’t have a condom.
The nightie she wore—if one could call it that—was taut red lace that hugged her hips, accentuated her waist and plumped up her breasts. Thin satin straps sat on her shoulders, and the hem ended just shy of revealing her panties.
“You got my blood flowing,” he told her in a dark tone.
A deceptively innocent smile played on her lips. “So you like it?”
He groaned. Then he reached for her and pulled her back to the sofa, where she fell into his lap with a soft laugh.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” she said.
His concurrence was a kiss. He slipped one arm around her waist and cupped her face with his free hand as his lips tangled with hers.
In between kisses, she suggested, “Why don’t we take this into the bedroom?”
Ryan actually hedged, surprising himself. “I’m not looking to take advantage of our great chemistry.”
“I am,” she said with a half-snort.
She amused him. “You’re turning out to be a wild one, sweetheart.”