“Knox, this is crazy,” she whispered.
And I growled back, “Haven’t you ever wanted to be crazy before?”
She tilted her chin up, meeting my eyes, hunger shining up at me. Gwen wanted me just as much as I wanted her.
I let my hands roam, slowly running them down her hips and sliding them around her back, then down to her delicious ass.
My voice was husky and low as I told her, “I need to warn you that I’m not playing for keeps. I’m not your future husband, Gwen. But I sure would like to be your husband fortonight.”
Her eyes clouded over. “You heard what I said about you that day, didn’t you?”
We both knew exactly what she was talking about. “Yeah. And I’d rather be upfront about shit like that. I want you, Gwen. I want you so fucking bad. But I’m not going to lie to a woman just to satisfy an urge. I’m not marriage material. You said it yourself.”
Plumes of red streaked across her cheeks as she stared up at me. I couldn’t tell if she was breathless and excited or on the verge of tears.
We stopped dancing and just stood there. Iknewshe wanted me. That wasn’t a question.
But was she the type of woman who wanted a one-night stand? That was highly debatable.
The song switched over, and she pulled out of my arms, tiny breaths hitching out of her lungs.
Make love to me. I know you want to. Make love to me, Gwen.
Our eyes were latched together, waves of heat pulsing between us.
Then she dropped her eyes and turned away, walking down the hallway, leaving me standing there without another word.
Fuck.
I’d just blown it with her.
Why’d I have to come on so strong?
This was going to make staying here so fucking awkward.
I watched every step she took, willing her to turn around and run back to me. In that moment, I wanted her worse than I’d ever wanted anyone in my life.
But I was man enough not to pursue her. Her no was coming through loud and clear. And in typical Gwen fashion, she didn’t even need words to make it known.
But when she got to the end of the hall, she hesitated, then turned back to look at me.
Our eyes caught, a smoldering need dancing between us.
The ball was in her court, though. I wouldn’t push myself on a woman, not after telling her what I wanted. She needed to make itknownif she was inviting me to join her.
And then she did.
She dropped her eyes as her cheeks flushed even brighter red. Then, she slowly unzipped her dress and dropped it to the floor, revealing thick, creamy thighs and a pair of lace underwear that told me she’d been hoping the night would end like this.
My mouth dropped open as I took in the sight of her in only a pair of tiny lace panties. She wasn’t even wearing a bra.
I’d never seen a woman as beautiful as her before. Her dark hair drifted down, partially covering her breasts. Perky pink nipples greeted me cheerfully, asking me to take a closer look. And a neatly groomed landing strip highlighted the spot where all the treasure was held.
Well, fuck me running. I hadn’t ruinedanything.
My cock swelled, straining against my pants.
With one last demure look, she disappeared into the bedroom.
