Always.
I wanted him always.
“Tell me another plan you have,” I demanded, my fingers teasing the edge of his collar.
“I plan to get you back to my place where you can decompress from all this shit safely.”
“What else?” I asked, leaning up to press a kiss to his neck.
“Take you out to dinner at Famiglia.”
“What else?” I asked, sliding over to straddle him so I could start to press a line of kisses up his jaw.
“Show you around the town.”
“And?”
“Introduce you to my family.”
My heart squeezed.
“And?”
“Go house hunting with you.”
“Anything else?” I asked, my teeth and tongue working his earlobe.
“Yeah,” he said, his hands grabbing my ass before he got to his feet. “I can think of one more thing. But it’s something that’s easier to… demonstrate.”
“I remember things much better when they’re hands-on,” I agreed just as he dropped me onto the mattress.
I landed with a bounce, a little laugh escaping me.
Until I saw the hunger in his eyes.
He watched me as he worked each of his cufflinks, dropping them down on the dresser.
Next went his watch.
Then his tie.
Oh, I was getting ashow.
I went up on my elbows, rapt.
The intensity in his eyes as he whipped his belt out of its loops had my core coiling, tight and expectant. My breath felt trapped low in my lungs.
He loosened his shirt from his slacks before pressing each button through its hole, exposing skin inch by delicious inch.
I had to press my thighs together to ease the ache when he finally whipped off his shirt and tossed it to the ground.
But he didn’t stop.
He just stared into my soul as his hands went to his waistband.
I swear the sound his zipper made caused a little pre-orgasm flutter.
My gaze kept moving from his gorgeous face to where he was pushing his pants to the ground, leaving him in his charcoal gray boxer briefs that left very little to the imagination.
