“More than. I like that.” She smiles. “I’m here, so what are you going to do with me?”
“What do you want me to do with you?”
Her gaze travels down my hallway. “Maybe we figure it out in the bedroom.” I scoop her into my arms, eliciting giggles straight from her belly. It’s a beautiful fucking sound.
She tosses her handbag on the table by the door when we pass by, but then she returns to kiss the underside of my jaw. “You never shave for me,” she says as we head for my bedroom.
“I can’t help that I’m so manly and can grow a beard by lunch.” I chuckle. Every other woman I date wants me to look like a lumberjack. Not Marlow. She’s always been about the clean-shaven, white-collar look. And most days I fit that, but when I get to choose, I’m more laid-back.
Reaching the side of the bed, I quirk a brow at her. “I can call you a car if it bothers you that much.”
Marlow’s eyes widen. “I’m not bothered.” The tension that appeared in her shoulders disappears just as quickly. “Not bothered at all.”
I smirk and then set her down on the mattress. Although we’ll be a frenzy of hands and other body parts in a minute, I take a moment to admire the woman on my bed. She lifts to toe off her shoes, each jeweled shoe dropping to the floor like she has no care for them at all. I know she does. Marlow loves her shoes.
But it seems she might like something else even more.
Me.
At least for the night.
3
Jackson
“Do you mind unzipping me?” Marlow bats her eyelashes while looking at me over her shoulder. Now standing before me, she’s already well-aware of the answer without me saying it.
I kiss the curvature of her neck before unzipping the dress from her lower back and farther over the mound of her ass. “Why do you have to be so goddamn gorgeous?” I reach the end of the zipper. My cock stirs as I unwrap her red dress like a present I’ve waited for all year—savoring every moment. Placing my palm flat on her warm skin, I slide it down her spine. And then I follow with kisses, appreciating every inch of her with my lips.
Her body shivers when I blow across the trail I’ve left behind. Letting the dress fall to the floor, I expose her dangerously sexy curves, and then she moves back on the bed and rolls over. “You’ve never been big on foreplay before, St. James.”
Marlow’s never been shy, but with that body and her fantastic tits, she shouldn’t be.
“I like foreplay.” Leaning over her, I plant my hands on either side of her head and kiss her cheek. “Especially with you.”
She takes hold of my lapels, keeping me close. “What are we doing?”
“Sex. You’re familiar with it from my recollection.”
That smile just about does me in—bright and drop-dead gorgeous like she is. “Funny. But you know what I mean. We always said we’d stop when emotions got involved. It’s feeling a lot like they’re already pretty damn involved.”
“People change. Feelings change. Is that a bad thing?”
Tugging my jacket over my shoulders, she whispers, “Not bad. Different. New. Maybe we should—”
“Talk about this tomorrow?”
“I agree. I’d rather get back to this sex you mentioned.”
Chuckling, I push off the bed and let the jacket hit the floor. “Are you going to take that strip of lace off or lie there teasing me like that all night?”
She lifts her foot and runs it along the inside of my leg. “You’re not the only one who enjoys teasing.” The tip of her foot rubs my erection. I make no apologies for being hard for the woman. She’s sexy as fuck.
Taking matters into my own hands, I grab the band of black lace on her right hip, and ask, “Do you want these to remain in one piece?”
Her grin disappears under a look of shock. “They’re Agent Provocateur.”
“And?”
Her sweet lips part, and eyes widen again. “You better not, Jack—”
The ripping of the lace causes her to gasp. I wink. “I’ll buy you more underwear.”
Lying in nothing but that incredible birthday suit, she smirks when the shock finally subsides. “You better.”
“You didn’t honestly expect that thin strip of lace to protect you?”
An ember sparks to life in her eyes, yet she plays coy with a slight dip of her chin. “Protect me from what, St. James?”
Taking her foot, I run my tongue along the arch and then lift it onto my shoulder before kissing her inner thigh. “From the Big Bad Wolf.”
She tucks her hands under her head and watches me with captivated interest while letting me indulge in the creaminess of her skin. “I’ve never been one for fairy tales.”
I rest my lips against her thigh. “Who disappointed you so badly that you don’t believe in happily ever afters? I thought all girls believed in fairy tales.”