The slow teasing between them had grown until the tiniest touch would make them explode. Her senses were in overdrive. She wanted to lick his neck and taste him. She saw his beautiful face and wanted to press hot kisses on that firm jaw and his smiling mouth. She wanted to trace his dimples with her tongue. She wanted to follow him into his office and get down on her knees and take him into her mouth and watch him fall apart.
She needed to get hold of herself.
Theo moved away from the doorframe and into her office, leaning over the desk with his arms stretched wide, pulling the fabric of his suit taut around his hard biceps.
Only his eyes offered a clue to the intensity behind the man in front of her, looking at her with raw need. The electric current between them hummed so loudly, she wondered how it wasn't heard throughout the entire office.
"Will you come to my house and let the dog out tonight?" His casual tone belied the intensity in his eyes. Anyone listening would think they were merely talking about Puddin’, but she understood his request and her answer was clear.
"Yes," she responded, her lips curving. "I'll be there."Yes, yes, one thousand times yes.
The intensity in his gaze burned brighter when his cool blue eyes dipped to her lips. "Good," he said swiftly. In a movement quicker than she could register, he bent down and ran his tongue across her bottom lip. Her breath hitched at the secret little invasion.
"I'll be in my office," he said with a grin.
Chapter Twenty-Six
The soft bubblingof the hot tub in Theo’s backyard should have been relaxing. Instead, the water reminded Amber of last night when she had waited for Theo in the lake, and how this night wasn’t going to end in frustration.
This time she would know what it was like to feel Theo deep inside her body. She would learn what he sounded like when he came, what his hands felt like gripping her, and watch the satisfaction on his face while she screamed his name.
She was no longer under the assumption that the mayor was uptight.
A man with that much hunger in his eyes when he looked at her knew of things beyond roses and candlelight and missionary sex. Anticipation cast a buzz across her skin, along with the bubbles skimming over her bare body.
Theo’s backyard was a good distance away from any curious neighbors, and the pergola that the hot tub sat under had lattice walls for privacy. She had fed and thrown the ball for Puddin’ and put her on the couch in the sunroom to snooze. Then she poured a glass of Theo’s excellent wine and slipped into the hot tub to wait.
“I like seeing you here.” The low, husky drawl sent instant heat into her veins.
Theo leaned against the French doors, his hands in his pockets, his head tilted as he studied her.
He still wore his silver aviators, but he had shed his suit jacket somewhere in the house, leaving only the white button-down shirt that clung so lovingly to his beautiful hard shoulders and biceps. His red tie was still properly knotted, his trousers pressed, and his wingtips gleamed when he crossed one in front of the other.
All of this beautiful man was hers for the night. She sank lower into the water. He was going to have to work for it.
“Can’t see much from over there,” she said. “Come here.” She patted the edge of the tub in invitation.
He made her wait.
“What do you have on under there?”
She imagined his eyes beneath the sunglasses flickering over her lower half, covered by the steady stream of bubbles, and something hot and deliciously womanly twisted her insides.
“Find out.” She sipped the wine, noticing how her hand trembled on the stem.
Slowly, he straightened away from the doorframe, and walked toward her without taking off his glasses, as if he were the one in charge tonight. Little did he know, there were few places in this world she felt more confident than the bedroom.
Sex had always been a pleasurable escape for her, one she knew exactly how to make feel good. She might fail miserably at relationships, but she enjoyed sex for what it was: pure, unadulterated fun.
He sat on the edge of the tub near her shoulder. “This is good,” she murmured, handing him the glass of wine. He took a sip and moved it out of the way. His silence heightened the anticipation in her. Her body was thrumming with needalready. Slow, slick heat pulsed in her belly and between her thighs, turning her nipples into hard pebbles under the water. Still, he was silent.
He touched her face first.
A gentle brush of the back of his fingers against her cheek. Soft. He traced her eyebrows next, slid one long finger down the bridge of her nose, before resting just his thumb on her lips, tugging the bottom one down.
She parted her lips. He was salty and rough against her tongue when she licked him. She could feel the heat of his body radiating from him. His scent filled her along with the humid air. Clean, masculine, a faint hint of expensive cologne. She trembled.
She had a fierce desire to grab him by the tie and bring him down into the tub with her and make this first time quick and dirty. They had all night to explore each other. She wanted to feel the hard thrust of him when he first entered her. She wanted to run her fingers through his perfect hair and mess him up, hear what he sounded like when he moaned her name.
