“I’m trying to turn on the light so I can see you, but I can’t find the damn cord.”
“Why turn on the light at all?” she asked, biting her lip.
It was one thing to do this, but another to see herself doing this.
“Because.” He slid his hand over her hip, creeping up her ribs toward her breasts. “A woman as beautiful as you needs to be seen, Scar.”
She swallowed hard, her blood heating at his words. “It’s on the bottom of the lamp, in the center. Not a cord. A switch.”
He extended his arm and hit the switch, and the room was illuminated with a soft, romantic lighting. He looked down at her, his gaze slowly drifting over her body. She still wore a bra and her jeans, but she felt sexier than ever before, with him staring down at her like she was his reward for good behavior or something. And she couldn’t help but think he was hers.
He knelt between her thighs, wearing nothing but a pair of khakis and a hell of a six-pack. He was hard. Toned. Slightly tanned. He had a few tattoos on his bicep, a half sleeve, and she’d never found ink so frigging sexy as she did right here, right now. His abs were impossibly defined, and she could crack a nut on those pecs of his. He was ridiculously sexy.
Too sexy to be real.
And yet…there he was…
Kneeling between her legs…
Being real…
Staring at her as if she was the impossibly attractive one here.
Her breath quickened, and she reached out hesitantly, tracing the eagle on his bicep. She’d only ever been with William in the past five years. And before him, it had been inexperienced boys in high school who did more groping and grunting than actual seducing.
But Chris…
He’s a guy who knows how to blow a woman’s mind.
After all, he’d pretty much admitted he existed on one night stands now. A guy who did that, who seduced women and brought them back to his place all the time, had to have the right moves to seal the deal.
“I was right,” he said, his voice dropping seductively low as he trailed a finger over her ribs, toward her belly button, his brown eyes deepening when her stomach reflexively tightened at his touch. “Definitely a lights-on situation.”
“You have a thing for girls in casts?” she asked, trying to lighten her reaction to him, and the tension filling the air between them. It was almost too much.
“I have a thing for you,” he said softly.
“Chris…”
He kissed her again, and she strained against him, but it was over as soon as it started. He stood, taking his hotness away with him, and everything inside her protested at the loss. When his hand slipped into his pocket and he pulled out a condom, she bit down hard on her lip. He gripped the waist of his khakis, undoing the button, and she undid hers, too, lifting a brow in challenge.
A soft chuckle escaped him. “Only you could turn a simple undressing into a challenge, Scar.”
Not speaking, she undid her zipper, still staring at him.
The laughter in his eyes died, and he unzipped as well, then tossed them onto the floor. She was so busy staring at him—in skin-tight boxer briefs that did nothing to hide his huge erection…seriously…huge—that she forgot to do the same. He cocked his head. “Ahem.”
“Huh?” She snapped her gaze off his…uh…attributes, and locked eyes with him. “What?”
He mimicked her, lifting a brow. “Your pants. Off. Now.”
“Oh. Right.” Hands trembling, she lifted her hips, and he came over to her, closing his hand over her red high-heeled shoe and removing it gently. He tossed it over his shoulder, then did the same to the matching one. When she rolled her pants down her thighs, he grabbed the ankles of her jeans and helped her out of them. All that remained to cover her modesty was a sheer bra and a matching pair of panties. “Happy?”
“Not yet.” He knelt on the bed next to her, still wearing his boxer briefs, and slipped his hand underneath the strap of her bra. He tugged on it gently, letting it fall back to her shoulder. “You still have one extra article of clothing, after all.”
She bit down on her lower lip. “I can fix that.”
“So can I.”