Then again, he loved the way she looked in this robe. Her curves were made for a robe like this, he thought, enjoying the way his hands slid over her. He grabbed her tiny waist, feeling the heaviness of her breasts against the back of his hands. “You’re gorgeous. And I’m sorry I didn’t fully show you how much I liked you in this robe a few minutes ago.”
Naya smiled, but it was a weak expression. She was too focused on the man’s hands and the throbbing pulse down lower, between her legs.
Luke pressed a knee between her legs, pushing his thigh against her heat. “Does this robe come in other colors?” he asked as he lifted his leg, causing her to moan, her fingers gripping his shoulders.
“Yes,” she whispered, shifting her body against his leg. She was so turned on, she could barely breathe! “Lots of colors.”
“I’m buying the robe in all of them,” he replied back as he pinched her nipple, feeling her nails dig into his shoulders through the material of his shirt and suit. “Open my shirt, Naya. I want your hands on my chest.”
Naya looked up at him, her body shifting once more against his leg, her entire focus on the throbbing down lower. “What?” she asked, moving again, pressing her breast against his hand. He pinched her nipple again and she closed her eyes, her head falling back against the wood of the door.
“Open my shirt! I need to feel your hands on me.”
Once again, she tried to figure out what he was saying but when her eyes still wouldn’t focus, he stepped back, ignoring her cry of protest. His jacket fell to the floor and his tie was tossed behind his shoulders. Both of his hands pulled at the edges of his shirt and yanked.
Luke tried to slow down, to have a bit more finesse, more patience. But Naya looked too incredible and the way her body was moving against his, he couldn’t slow down. Maybe in a few years, once he got used to the way she responded to him, he could take things slowly. But right now, he needed her touching him. Now!
Buttons flew off of his shirt, his body on fire, and he could only grab her hands, placing them against his chest. When her fingers were finally where he needed them, he closed his eyes, loving the way her fingers moved, explored. “Yes!” he hissed, gritting his teeth as he enjoyed the sensations.
Naya’s fingers moved over his chest, his shoulders, pushing the material of his shirt out of the way as her fingers found more and more areas to touch, to explore. She couldn’t believe how much she wanted to touch him, to feel him.
When her fingers moved lower, loving the ridges on his abdomen and the way his muscles flexed under her fingers, she smiled, her tongue darting out to lick her lips. She heard him groan and loved the sound. Wanted to hear it again. Over and over again, she moved her fingers against his body until she heard him make another noise. And when she’d won that sound from him, she wanted it again. It was like an addiction, she thought and moved her lips to his chest, loving the way he shifted against her.
Boy, did he taste good, she thought. Her tongue darted out and she tasted his chest. A bit of salt and a lot of man. Her fingers moved lower, fumbling with his belt as she impatiently moved it out of her way. The belt was an obstruction she didn’t want! It was bothering her and she had to get it moved. When she still couldn’t get her no-longer-nimble fingers to get the belt undone, he took over and accomplished the task for her. She didn’t mind, although she did push his hands out of the way when the belt was finally undone. She wanted to touch him. All of him.
“Naya!” he growled again when her fingers hesitated over that secret part of him. She looked up into his eyes, noticed they were closed and his jaw was clenched tight. “Can I?” she asked, needing permission to touch his erection.
“Please do!” he snapped, his hands braced on the wood of the door above her head.
Naya thought she might have smiled with his reaction, but she wasn’t really sure. She liked touching him and he tasted good on his chest. Would his stomach taste as good? She bent lower, pushing him away slightly so that she was no longer trapped against the door. Bending down, her tongue darted out, tasting the skin on his stomach. Yeah, that was good. Another glance upwards and she noticed that it was almost as if he were waiting on her. Oh, this was fun! She ignored the throbbing between her legs, too fascinated with her plan. She loved the way his eyes were clenched as well as his jaw. She suspected that the muscles in his arms were straining, but she didn’t want to take the time to explore his arms. She’d get there later. Much later. She had a more interesting goal in mind.