“Which would be for the best, right?”
He hesitated. His head said yes but his heart wasn’t so sure. “I think so. But suppressing it sure didn’t work.”
“So here we are.”
“Here we are.” He held her gaze. “Am I right this is the first time you’ve made love with someone you’re attracted to?”
Her face heated. “Yes.”
“Different, huh?”
“Way different.”
“Want to do it again?”
She gulped. “More than you know.”
“Good.” He pushed back his chair. “Much more of this talk and I’ll be ready to take you right here on the table.”
“Ouch.” But she would have let him. Or on the floor, the counter, or up against the wall. She stood, her legs trembling as he came toward her.
“Table sex isn’t as fun as it looks in the movies.” Taking her hand, he started toward the living room, his long legs eating up the distance.
“I wouldn’t know.” She had to skip to keep up, which was tricky when excitement made her shaky and breathless.
“Am I moving too fast?”
“Nope.” She sucked in air. “I’ve just never… race-walked to bed… before.”
“Then it’s about time.” He winced as they rounded the sofa.
“Are you in pain?”
“Yes, ma’am. That’s what I get for talking about sex at the dinner table.” Releasing her hand, he tugged off his socks, followed by his sweatshirt. Everything landed on the growing mound of clothes on the sofa. “Next time I’ll wait till we’re horizontal.”
“But who wants to talk then?” She got rid of her socks and sweatshirt but struggled with the knot in the drawstring.
“Good point.” Pulling a condom from his pocket, he put it between his teeth and shoved down his sweats.
Glowing embers illuminated what she’d been too involved to admire the last time — six-foot-four inches of broad-chested, muscular cowboy ready for action. She forgot about the drawstring.
Taking the condom package out of his mouth, he paused to glance at her. “Trace?”
“I’m having a chemical reaction.”
He made a low sound deep in his throat, dropped the condom package and crossed to her. “God, I’m sorry.”
“Sorry?” She gazed up at him. “For what?”
“Rushing you. Again.” He pulled her into his arms. “You just told me this is your first time with someone you actually want and I’m barreling ahead like this is a timed competition.”
She ran her hands up his warm chest. “But I like that you’re in a hurry. It means you really want me, too.”
“Oh, I do.” He nibbled on her lips. “But I don’t have to be in a hurry to show you how much.” His kisses moved to her throat, then to her breasts.
The swipe of his tongue over her nipple created shock waves that rippled all the way to her toes. His warm breath on her damp skin made her quiver. Gripping his broad shoulders, she leaned back, arching into his caress.
“That’s it,” he murmured. “Soak it in.” He raked his teeth lightly over her breast and closed his mouth over the tip.
