Slowly he drew her sweater up. Cool air touched her bare back. “Lift your arms,” he murmured against her ear.
She obeyed, and he pulled off her sweater and her bra in one smooth movement.
Tossing both aside, he stepped back, “Ah, Mila.” His chest heaved. “Glorious Mila. You honor me.”
The need simmering in his gray eyes made her bold. Holding his gaze, she closed the gap and reached for the metal button at his waist. “Let’s get this party started.”
His eyes darkened to the color of rain clouds. “Be my guest.” His voice rasped in the stillness.
Heart beating so loud her ears buzzed, she unfastened the button and tried to lower the zipper. Not easy, considering the strain it was under.
As she gently tugged, making very little progress, it occurred to her she’d never offered to unzip the fly of a fully aroused man. She didn’t want to hurt him in the process of?—
“Mila.” His hands covered hers. “You’re fudging gonna make me come.”
She sucked in a breath and let go of the zipper tab. “Okay, you do it.”
“I’ll make you a deal. I’ll take off mine while you take off yours.”
“Okay. And your shirt.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He quickly unfastened a few buttons and stripped off his shirt.
The sudden reveal of his muscular pecs and sexy chest hair so thoroughly grabbed her attention that she couldn’t do anything but stare. She’d figured he’d look good but damn, not this good.
“Something wrong?”
“Oh, no.” She let out a sigh of delight. “Things are muy bueno.”
“You’re falling behind.” He pulled off both socks and reached for his zipper.
“I’d rather watch you.”
“No problem.” Pushing down his briefs along with his jeans, he kicked them away and came toward her. “I’m happy to take over.”
She managed to nod in response, but she’d lost the power of speech. Not the type to draw attention to his body, Cole favored loose-fitting shirts and jeans. She’d had to guess at the wonders he’d kept covered.
Logically he’d be muscular because of the physical work he did. But that didn’t necessarily translate into the kind of classic beauty standing inches away from her. What a privilege.
He paused. “If you’re rethinking this, you’d better say so now.”
“Just—” She cleared her throat. “Just the opposite.” She met his gaze. “Why did we wait so long?”
Closing the gap, he wrapped her in his arms, his chest hair tickling her sensitized skin, his stiff cock pressing against the fabric of her jeans. “Because we’re cautious people.” Leaning down, he dropped a soft kiss on her mouth while shifting his hips so he could unfasten her jeans.
He was right. And she was through being cautious. Sliding her arms around him, she ran her hands over the sculpted contours of his back, thrilling to the hitch in his breathing and the ripple of his skin as he responded to her touch.
She wanted to drive him crazy and be driven crazy in return. When she squeezed his ass he thrust his tongue into her mouth with a deep groan.
Giving her jeans a tug, he got them down to her knees. She pulled one leg out and then the other. Gone.
His breathing ragged, he slipped his hands under the elastic of her panties, spread his fingers over her tush and lifted her up against the hard length of his cock. Only a thin layer of cotton separated her from what she craved. She wrapped one leg around his thigh, tightening the connection.
He broke away from the kiss, gasping. “Bedtime.” Picking her up, he laid her on the quilt and yanked off her panties, throwing them over his shoulder.
Only then did she remember they needed a certain item to complete this episode. “You’d better have condoms.”
“If I didn’t, we wouldn’t be naked. Give me a sec.”
