“Let’s have a look, then,” Jack said as he unzipped her skirt.
Davina dutifully wriggled out of it and watched as Jack threw it over his shoulder to land in a heap by the front door. He leaned back on his knees to look at her. Davina watched his face. She knew what he was seeing and it wasn’t pretty. A tiny bubble of anxiety formed in her stomach.
“I’ve got to tell you, Davy,” he said seriously, “this is the ugliest underwear I’ve ever seen.”
Against her will, she blushed.
“It wasn’t meant for you,” she said.
His eyes jumped to hers and in an instant she knew that he understood exactly why she’d worn it. He leaned forward and gave her the softest kiss. Warm honey filled her belly. She sighed against him as Jack backed away again.
“Passion killers, huh?” He ran his hand from her throat down the centre of her body to rest over her belly button.
“Yeah.” Her voice was breathless.
His dark eyes stared at her.
“So I’m supposed to stop when I see these?”
He hooked a finger into the waist band of her underpants. He trailed round the edge of it, pulling the cotton away from her skin.
“That’s the idea,” she said.
Her hips were moving of their own free will. They pressed up against his hand, willing him to pull the pants off completely. Willing him to touch her.
“Well, I guess these are a complete failure then, because instead of making me want to stop, all they make me want to do is get them off you as fast as possible.”
Davina groaned.
“Yes, please,” she said.
Jack placed a hand on either hip tracing the curve of her body up to her breasts.
“This first,” he said, his voice a rumble.
Davina covered her breasts with her hands, holding her bra in place.
“No, you first,” she said.
He cocked an eyebrow before pulling his sweatshirt over his head and throwing it in the general direction of the skirt. His T-shirt followed.
“Mmmm,” Davina said on a sigh.
Jack reached for her bra.
“Your turn,” he said.
“Jeans first.”
“Uh, uh.” He reached behind her and she felt the clasp pop.
“Smooth,” she said, but kept her hands in place.
“Give it up,” he told her.
“I need some incentive.” She batted her eyelashes shamelessly.
With a smile Jack leaned forward and kissed her. It was gentle at first, then it was deep and desperate. Davina ran her hands over his chest, feeling the muscle ridges beneath her fingertips. She rubbed her thumbs over his nipples and he growled into her mouth. A second later strong hands slid under her bra and took possession of her. Oh. Davina could feel a tingling sensation in her brain as feelings became more important than thought. Jack pinched her nipples. Oh. She pressed up into his hands. Oh it was so good. Her hips slid forward on the steps to meet his, her thighs tightened around him. She could feel the rough fabric of his jeans against her skin. More than that, she could feel him, pressing against her, wanting her.