“I’m sorry. I couldn’t tell Joe where I was going.”
“Why not?”
“I…” He paused a few seconds. “I don’t know. I just didn’t feel like I could. He’d ask a lot of questions, want to know why you wanted to see me.”
“Do you know why I want to see you?”
“The same reason I want to see you, I hope.” He grabbed me and pulled me to him.
“Bryce…”
“God, don’t talk. Just kiss me. Please.” His lips came down on mine.
This honestly hadn’t been my plan. Kissing Bryce was always in the back of my mind, but I’d truly needed to talk to him about… About…
My thoughts melded together until they were an incoherent blob. Didn’t matter. None of it mattered. All that mattered was Bryce and this kiss.
Our lips slid together, and desire welled inside me, beginning in my core and shooting outward until my clit was pulsing with need. Every part of my body quickened under the fluffy robe, my nipples hardening.
Bryce deepened the kiss, exploring every inch of my mouth with his tongue. With one swift movement, he could brush the robe from my body. I wanted him to, was silently begging him to as I returned his kiss. Instead, he pulled me through the doorway and into the house.
He grabbed one of my hands and led it to his crotch. “Feel what you do to me.”
I squeezed gently, and he sucked in a breath. Before I could speak, he swept me into his arms and carried me down the hallway to the spare bedroom, where we’d made love previously.
Finally, he ripped the robe from my body and pushed me down onto the bed. “You’re so beautiful, Marjorie. I’ve never seen a more beautiful woman.”
I sighed softly. I hadn’t expected this, but I wasn’t about to stop. We could talk afterward, though I’d forgotten my intended subject.
The end of my ponytail was wet from the hot tub, and the rest of my body was covered in shiny perspiration left over from the heat. I wasn’t looking my best, but he didn’t seem to mind.
“I didn’t think you were coming,” I said.
“I told you I would.”
“But it’s been nearly two hours.”
“I know. I’m sorry. Joe and I…”
Questions tugged at me. A lot of them. But not now. Not while I was naked on a bed with Bryce Simpson staring down at me like I was tonight’s main course.
Everything else could wait.
“It’s okay. Come to me. Please. Make love to me, Bryce.”
His blue eyes were on fire. “Damn. You make me insane. I want you so much. In all my life, I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anything more.”
“I’m right here,” I said. “I’m right here, and I’m yours.”
Chapter Forty–Eight
Bryce
Such breathtaking beauty. Marjorie Steel was long legs with curves in all the right places. Her dark eyes were deep and smoky, her breasts swollen, her nipples hard and taut. Her flesh glistened and was tinted pink from the heat of the tub.
Luscious. Delicious. A temptress.
She was all those things and so much more.