“Wow.” I had to catch my breath.
“Too much?”
“Uh…it definitely made up for the first three.”
I knew my cheeks were flushed; they felt like they were on fire. I still hadn’t fully recovered when Decker pulled into the garage.
“Stay there. Wait for me,” he said, noticing me grasping the door handle. When he opened my door and I turned toward him, he put his hands on my waist and lifted me out of the truck. With me still in his arms, he leaned his back up against the truck and pulled my body flush with his.
With one arm still around me, he gripped the side of my face with his other hand. He was close enough to kiss me, but he didn’t. He just stared into my eyes. “I know I sound crazy, Mila, but I can’t help it. I meant every word I said.”
Before I could respond, Decker kissed me harder than he ever had before. God, I wanted this man, and I didn’t want to wait.
“Decker, let’s go inside.”
His eyes searched mine.
“I need to be closer to you.”
When his breath caught, I took his hand and led him into the house. I didn’t stop when we got to the door to his office, or in the kitchen, or in the living room. I walked straight past the guest room and continued down the hallway until I reached the room I knew was his.
The king-size bed was on a platform and covered by a brightly colored Navajo blanket. The walls were mottled in copper and black, and behind the bed’s leather headboard hung a tricolored cowhide. Shelves full of hardcover books flanked each side of the bed, and at the foot, there was a leather-upholstered bench that matched the headboard. Like the rest of the house, everything seemed to be in its place. The bed was even perfectly made.
Decker stood behind me and wrapped one arm around my waist. I turned to face him and then backed out of his grasp.
His eyes flamed as I put my hands on the hem of my shirt, pulled it over my head, and tossed it on the bench. I reached around and unfastened my plain white bra.
“God, Mila,” he gasped as I slid it over my arms and tossed it on top of my shirt.
He took a step forward when I unfastened my jeans, and I shook my head. “Don’t stop me, Decker. Please.”
He dropped his hands to his sides; the look on his face mirrored the need I felt for him. Hooking my thumbs inside my panties, I dropped them with my jeans. Before I could wiggle out of either, I giggled and toed off my boots. So what if my first time stripping for a man wasn’t terribly graceful?
He smiled and held out a hand to help keep me steady enough to finish what I’d started.
“Mila—”
I put my fingers to his lips. “Let me do this. It’s what I want.”
Standing before this man completely naked, I felt no fear. I took his hand and rested his palm on my breast. “Show me how it’s supposed to be, Decker.”
26
Decker
It was all I could do not to rip my shirt from my body, but if I did that, I’d scare her. It wouldn’t be impassioned; she’d see it as the same violent experience she’d suffered in the past.
I drank in every inch of her perfect, naked body, silently thanking God for creating the breathtaking woman standing in front of me.
With a deep breath, I steadied my shaking hands and unfastened the pearl snaps on my shirt one by one. I eased it from my shoulders and froze when Mila put her hands on my bare abs. Her touch seared me, and I groaned.
Like her, I toed off my boots. Before I could unfasten my belt, Mila’s hands were on my waist. Her eyes met mine as she pulled the end from the loop and unhooked the tongue from the prong. With my hardness straining against the fly, it wasn’t going to be easy for either of us to release the rivets on my jeans.
I stilled her hands. “Before we go any further, I want you to know that I don’t have anything on under these.”
She pulled air into her lungs and then slowly released it, her anticipation and blatant desire almost driving me insane.
As I eased my jeans over my cock, I heard her take another deep breath when it sprang free, hitting my stomach.