Carly shoved his suit coat off his broad shoulders and it fell to the floor. She loosened his tie, pulled it off, started unbuttoning his shirt, dragged it open, ran her fingers over the beautiful muscles across his chest.
Linc kissed her again. “Too many clothes,” he said, and began peeling them off. He toed off his shoes and unfastened his cuff links, stripped off his shirt. He was down to his slacks, bare-chested, biceps bulging and amazing.
An instant later, her suit jacket was gone. He unfastened the clasp in front of her apricot demi-bra and tossed it away, unfastened her skirt, and it dropped to the floor.
She was wearing an apricot lace thong, her lingerie as expensive as the rest of the clothes she’d splurged on in Paris. When Linc stepped back to look at her, when she saw the glitter of heat in his eyes, she knew the cost was worth it.
Linc kissed her, long and deep, kissed her until her legs felt weak and her skin burned. All the while, he caressed her breasts, cupped them, plucked her nipples.
Carly moaned. She reached for the button on the waistband of his slacks. “Too many clothes,” she said.
Linc caught her hand. His fingers were big and strong, as powerful as the rest of him. “We can go into the bedroom, take this nice and slow. Or I can take you right here, take you as deep and hard as I want to. The choice is yours.”
The words sent need pounding through her. Her breasts were aching,her body throbbing. Carly went up on her toes, slid her fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck, and pulled his head down for a kiss.
“Right here,” she whispered. “Right now.”
His erection leaped against her. His mouth claimed hers as he backed her up against the wall. She heard the jangle of his belt buckle, then the glide of his zipper as he freed himself.
She was wet and trembling as he slid the thong down over her hips, let it fall to the floor, found her sex, and began to stroke her.
“I knew it would be this way,” he said. “I could feel the heat from across the room.”
She whimpered.
A condom came out of his wallet. He sheathed himself, lifted her, and wrapped her legs around his waist. Carly gasped at the feel of him, even bigger than she had imagined.
“It’s all right,” he said, pressing his mouth against the side of her neck. “I won’t hurt you. We’ll just take it slow.”
He slid in a little deeper and her body relaxed around him. He felt so good. Unbelievably good. She wanted more. She wanted all of him. She began to squirm, pressing herself down on him. “Please, Linc.”
“Dammit, I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Please . . .”
Linc caught her mouth in a savage kiss and thrust home. Carly cried out. She had waited so long for this, wanted him so badly. The instant he moved, she started coming. The world expanded, colors exploded behind her eyes. He was driving hard and deep and she just kept coming. Clinging to his powerful shoulders, she hung on tight as her body spun out of control.
The moment seemed to go on forever. She was beginning to spiral down when Linc finally let himself go, reaching his own powerful climax, which set her off again.
For long moments she floated back to earth. Linc just held her, the clock on the shelf ticking softly. Kissing the top of her head, he slowly lowered her to her feet, kissed her, and left to dispense with the condom.
When he returned to the living room, he scooped her up and carried her into his bedroom, settled her in his big king-size bed.
She watched him moving around the room, all hard muscle, long legs, broad back, and narrow hips. He rummaged around in the closet, took a carryon bag down from the shelf, unzipped it, and pulled out a string of condoms.
“We’re going to need these,” he said, and tossed them onto a nightstand. None next to his bed. He had told her the truth. He didn’t bring women into his home.
As he settled himself on the mattress, she realized he was already hard again. She took a shaky breath, was aroused once more just looking at him, wanting to touch him all over.
Linc followed her gaze to his heavy erection, and a corner of his mouth edged up. He came up over her and very thoroughly kissed her. Sliding himself deep inside, he slowly began to move.
* * *
Linc’s cell phone buzzed, vibrating softly next to the bed. Instantly awake, he turned onto his side and plucked the phone off the nightstand. The number on the screen belonged to his foreman, Joaquin Santos. Santos didn’t call if it wasn’t important.
Linc answered before the phone could ring again. As he rolled out of bed, he flicked a glance at Carly, who still slept soundly, a tangle of heavy blond hair spread out on the pillow next to his.
Even though he’d had her three times last night and again this morning, arousal slid through him. With a resigned sigh, he ignored the urge to climb back into bed with her and padded out of the room into the hall.
