All of which he processed just enough to know where to lay her down.
Except she wouldn’t let go of him when he tried to stand so he could undress. She twined her hands around his neck and pulled him down with her, sealing soft lips to his. Any plan he’d had after that disintegrated on impact. She tasted like lip gloss and cherries, a combination he’d never known was apparently his personal erotic trigger. Need for her pounded inside him and he’d only just taken his first taste of her.
“Erin.” He pulled back, levering himself over her so he didn’t crush her. “I could take all night to kiss you.”
“Youcould. But I hope you won’t.” She slid her hand around his waist to palm the small of his back. She tugged at his shirt, freeing the hem from his pants in slow, teasing increments. “I’m going to need you to touch me everywhere at once. Maximize your efforts until I can’t think anymore.”
Arching her back, she brought her hips close to his.
There was no misunderstanding her. And while the tiniest sliver of his brain warned him that she deserved to be romanced, the rest of him got on board with her approach. Especially since her fingers worked the buttons on the rest of his shirt, flicking them open until she could push the fabric off his shoulders.
He shrugged out of his shirt and then applied himself to giving her what she wanted. Kissing his way down her neck, he licked the hollow at the base of her throat where her skin was impossibly soft. He skimmed the hem of her shirt up with one hand, palming her waist and tracing a teasingpattern with his thumb. They lay side by side on her bed now, so he stroked her hair with his other hand.
He watched her face as her eyes slid closed to focus on what he was doing. Pale freckles he’d never noticed stood out in the slanting rays of afternoon sun, her lashes a dark auburn as they fanned her cheeks.
Her lips were still stained a darker red from the cherry juice, inspiring him to revisit them. Sucking and nipping, he pulled her lower lip into his mouth. He wanted to taste more of her.
Lifting himself off her, he stood. As he started to remove his belt, it occurred to him he was not prepared for this. Condoms hadn’t crossed his mind since…a long damn time.
“I didn’t bring anything with me. That is, I didn’t even think about?—”
She arched an eyebrow before flipping over and crawling up the bed. Digging in a nightstand drawer, she produced the kind of box he was looking for, the shrink wrap still on.
“I bought them for Sunday, because…you know. I was thinking about seducing you that night.”
Sunday. When she’d invited him to dinner.
He didn’t bother thinking about how things had gone once they’d taken their drinks out onto her patio. He might not have been ready for this then, but he sure as hell was now.
Not hesitating another second, he stepped out of his shoes. Ditched his pants and the boxers, too.
“My, my.” Erin rose to a sitting position, scooting to the edge of the bed. “I like how you don’t waste time.”
Before he could help her, she tugged her white blouse up and off, tossing it into the growing pile of clothes on the floor. Full, beautiful breasts rose above the cupsof a white lace bra with a tiny red ribbon in the center. One strap had already slid off her shoulder as she reached for him, her hand circling his erection and gently stroking.
“You’re playing with fire.” He gripped her wrist, keeping her hand still for a second until he found his breath and got himself under control. “I haven’t been with anyone since?—”
And then she was on her knees on the bed, covering his mouth with a kiss to quiet that thought. Tenderness for her hit him square in the chest, a gut check reminding him to treat her well. To do this right.
Willing down all his heat for her, Remy kissed her, taking his time to find the places that made her sigh or gasp or just wriggle closer. Behind her ear made her hold him tighter. The soft place just above her shoulder had her melting all over him. Only then, when she was too distracted to tease him, did he unhook the front clasp of her bra to reveal the rest of her full breasts.
They more than filled his hands, and he urged her back on the bed so he could take his time with each one, licking and nipping until the tips were tight, sensitive peaks. Erin’s fingers ran through his hair until he pulled one nipple deep into his mouth.
While she murmured softly, moving against him in a restless dance, he peeled her leggings and panties off in a long sweep, baring the rest of her. His mouth never left her breast as he cupped her sex in his palm, barely grazing the silken folds, already damp for him. Then her nails curved gently into his shoulder and held, a pleasant, grounding pain to balance out the unbelievable pleasure of having her underneath him.
“Remy.” She smoothed her fingers over the place where she’d held him tight a moment ago. “I want you inside me.”
Not until that moment did he make the connection—one of the many reasons he liked Erin was for her bluntness. He cleaned up well, but his roots were as bayou earthy as they came.
“Yes, ma’am.” He reached for the box and attacked the shrink-wrap.
She had to help him, a smile creeping over her lips.
“Open boxes much?” She brushed her fingers along the rough edge of his jaw.
“Not with a hot woman urging me to go faster.” He freed a packet and ripped it open with his teeth.
Her light laughter felt like a stroke along his spine, a touch that tingled all the way down.
