Which apparently short-circuited his poor male brain, because he could only stand there staring with his tongue hanging out.
Figuratively, thank goodness.
His mental prowess didn’t improve when she kicked off her patent-leather mules and pulled down her black miniskirt and pink leggings, leaving her in the camisole and matching black-and-white polka-dot string bikini panties.
Yes, she had dressed with him in mind that morning. Heck, she’d done everything with him in mind since the hour she met him.
“Uh...I...d’uh...”
“Yes, Ames. Don’t strain yourself, sweetheart.” She led him to his bedroom, where he again took her in his arms, making incoherent growling noises that had her giggling so hard she ruined her big seduction moment, but that made everything else much more special and fun and distinctly Eva and Ames.
She undressed him slowly, covering every inch of newly exposed skin with kisses, bites, tiny licks, letting him know how happy she was to be with him again.
And when he was naked, he took off her panties and camisole, bending to suckle her breasts—one, then the other—while she tipped her head back, stroking his hair, savoring the feel of his warm mouth and tongue.
Then he lifted his head and looked into her eyes, his dark and open and adoring, and her world changed.
Ames was love. He was the reason she had never truly fallen for anyone before. She would stay in New York; she would sell her shop. Who knew what life held—she might make it back to California someday, but it would have to be with him.
“I talked to Chris.” She laid her hand against his cheek, feeling the beginnings of the day’s stubble on his smooth, firm skin, touching the gold stud in his ear. “I’m staying in New York. For now. And then...forever, if that’s what we decide.”
“Eva.” His breath hissed in; he cupped the back of her head and brought her close, searching her face. “You’d do that for me?”
“Yes.” She felt no panic, nothing but certainty that their lives should be lived together. “I love you. And I want to be with you for a really long time.”
Another rush of breath. “I love you, too, Eva.”
Then they were kissing again, and as deep and meaningful and wonderful as their kisses had been before, these were ten times as important and soul stealing and magical, because they had just become part of each other in an entirely new way.
He led her to the bed, and they clasped each other close for a long while, enjoying the feel of their skin together, touching and stroking, Eva nearly overwhelmed by her own happiness and a deep and satisfying sense of peace. She felt as if she’d been carrying a burden her whole life that had finally been put down exactly where it was meant to be, and now she got to go forward forever without it.
Ames rolled on top of her, and she welcomed him on, spread her legs as he held himself on one arm, took hold of his beautifully hard penis and moved it slowly back and forth, up and down her sex until its tip glistened with her moisture and neither of them could wait any longer.
He pushed inside her, holding her gaze, smiling with happiness she knew was reflected on her own face. They made love slowly, simply, whispering adoringly, kissing languidly, letting the arousal simmer through their bodies until it grew hot of its own accord and the pace of their sexual rhythm and breathing increased. Their bodies communicated lust and longing, love and desire, rising until ecstasy took them both up and over the edge, and then, inevitably, down.
They lay there for several minutes, holding each other close, savoring each other’s warmth and nakedness. Eva had no desire to move; she was cocooned in the glow of what they’d just shared.
Except she was really, really thirsty. “I’m parched. Do you want a glass of water?”
“I’ll get it.” He was half up before he appeared to change his mind. “Actually, that would be great.”
“Okay.” She wasn’t sure what that was about, but he’d said he had a surprise. Maybe he needed to prepare while she was out of the room.
She scrambled off the bed, walked to the kitchen, got two glasses of water, turned to go back into his room and nearly dropped them.
“Ames?”
“Yeah.”