But it was definitely adult.
“I’m staying until morning,” he said fiercely.
She nodded as he kissed fire down her throat.It was only a few hours.She could give him that long.
His jacket was warm, the leather worn and soft, but she pushed it off his shoulders.It fell heavily to the floor.She nearly tripped as he backed her over the end of the blanket that hadn’t made it to the couch.
Picking her up off her feet, he lifted her over the tangle of material and headed towards her bedroom.
His kiss was voracious, and she gave in to the need to run her fingers though his hair.It was as soft and thick as it had always been, and she loved the shagginess.She didn’t like guys who primped more than she did.She liked them rough and tumble.Sexy and unpretentious.
She liked ’em like this one.
This one, in particular.
“Billy,” she whispered in need as she pulled up his T-shirt.His chest and belly were rippled with lean muscles, and she raked her nails over them.
He put her on her feet and got rid of the T-shirt fast.The bed bumped against the back of her legs, but then he caught her to him.His hand spread wide across her bare back and he pressed his hot mouth to her shoulder.
Roxie arched in surprised delight.“Ah!”she cried as she cupped the back of his head.She hadn’t realized she was sensitive there.
His lips ran sexily along her collar bone as he fought with the belt she’d looped around her waist.
“A little help?”he growled close to her ear.
She got it loose, and he flung it across the room.It lashed around the lamp on the table, wrapping it up mummy-style.
Meanwhile, her clothes were peeling off.
He pulled her top over her head and her hair tumbled into her face.
His hands were already sweeping up her middle.Her stomach trembled when he cupped her ribcage.His devilish thumbs traced the bottom of her bra.It was black and strapless, plumping her curves high above the demi cups.
With as hard as she was breathing, the coverage was precarious.
“Nice,” he murmured.
He popped the clasp at the middle of her back and the sexy piece of support fell to the floor.
Cupping her breasts, he lifted them in his palms.“Nicer.”
When his thumbs swept over her nipples, the zing went all the way to her core.Going up on her tiptoes, Roxie gave him a hot kiss as her hands went desperately to his zipper.
It was his turn to rock back on his heels when she slid her hand inside his jeans.
She nipped at his lower lip as she cradled his erection in her palm.He was already harder than one of those drive shafts he liked to tinker with.“Nicest of all,” she whispered saucily.
“Vixen,” he growled.
Catching her by the waist, he lifted her and dumped her back on the bed.She let out a squeal, but then he was tugging off her boots and fighting with her leggings.
“Damn bondage material,” he snarled as the material stretched and clung.
The moonlight was coming through the windows, highlighting the muscles of his chest, the tattoo on his left bicep, and the bulge spilling out of his unzipped jeans.
“Like this,” Roxie gasped.Rolling suggestively, she peeled the leggings over her hips down to her thighs.
His hands weren’t idle.He petted her as he watched, stroking her belly and fondling her breasts.There was something so sexy about his big masculine hands on her, especially the leather cuff on his wrist.As soon as he saw her black thong, his touch swept downward.Hooking his fingers around the skimpy piece of material, he peeled it off with the rest of her clothes, stripping her bare.
