“Mmm,” was his only response as his tongue tangled with hers, inviting her to meet his every tease and taste and lick.
For a moment, she couldn’t remember why she’d wanted to stop him. The man was so damn sexy, he short-circuited her brain. But then a whisper of sanity returned.
The plan!
She needed to tell him about the plan before they went any further.
“Wolf,” she whispered again. This time, when she pulled her mouth away, he scattered kisses across her cheek and back to her ear. Gently catching her lobe between his teeth, he flicked it with his tongue and she sucked in a ragged breath.
Who knew ears could be so sensitive?
Wolf, apparently. He growled low in the back of his throat before dipping his tongue into the delicate hollow. An exquisite intrusion that crossed her eyes and curled her toes.
The deep ache that had been at her center since the first moment she pressed her lips to his grew until there was a yawning chasm inside her. She hurtto be filled.
How easy would it be to reach down and pop the buttons on his fly? To take out his thick, turgid length and impale herself?
Soooo easythat little voice whispered.
“Wolf!” This time when she pressed against his chest, she put a good eight inches between. Well out of reach of his mesmerizing mouth.
“What darlin’?” he rasped. “What’s so all-fire important you got to stop us right when we’re gettin’ to the good stuff?”
“The rain has let up and I’m sure the gas fumes are long gone. Let’s go inside.”
“What’s inside?”
“Dry clothes.”
His upper lip curled with distaste.
“And my bed.”
He dipped his chin to stare at her from under the fringe of his dark lashes. “Now you’re talkin’.”
The look in his eyes promised unspeakable pleasures. And her gaze followed a drop of rainwater that slowly, so inexorablyslowly, slid between his heavy pectoral muscles to get stuck in the line of crinkly hair that arrowed down the centerline of his corrugated stomach.
She wanted to dip her chin and follow that drop of water with her tongue. And while she was at it, follow all the other drops of water that glistened on his skin.
“Come—” Her voice was the auditory equivalent of the bucket of rusty fish hooks she stored in her shed. She tried again. “Come inside with me. I have a plan I need to run by you.”
His chin jerked to one side. “Tell me this plan involves you lettin’ me lick the rainwater off every inch of your skin.”
“Great minds think alike, I guess,” she said to herself. Then realized shehadn’tsaid it to herself when he chuckled.
“Your wish is my command.” He licked a lazy path down her neck. Her eyelids grew heavy. Her nipples throbbed. She couldn’t remember what—
The plan!
Scrambling off his lap, she offered a hand down to him. “Come on.” She wiggled her fingers. “Up you go.”
He leaned slightly to the side. At first, she couldn’t figure out what he was doing. Then she realized his T-shirt barely covered her butt when she was standing.
“Hey!” she squawked, hastily grabbing the towel that had fallen onto the ground. It was heavy with rainwater, but she didn’t bother wringing it out before wrapping it around her waist.
“Spoilsport,” he complained.
“Pervert,” she parried.
