Newman cupped the back of her neck, then used his thumb to tilt her chin so that her lips were at the exact angle he wanted.
“Go away.” She sounded breathless.
“You should be nice to me, it’s my birthday.”
“I don’t do nice.”
“Try.” He lowered his head.
“Don’t.”
“Do.”
Newman brushed his lips over hers once, twice.
“Newman,” she sighed. Only then did he take her deeper. She was so goddamned sweet, his body was alive in seconds. The small sounds she made urged him on. Her hand fisted in his hair, and soon she was plastered to him like a second skin. A fact he was more than happy with.
He pulled her shirt free, then slid his palm beneath and felt the heat of her skin as he trailed his fingers up her spine. The other hand he used to cup her ass, pulling her closer, pressing her to him.
Hope was burning with lust. She ached for Newman’s wandering hand to move upward, and cup her breasts. Wanted it as much as her next breath, which, incidentally, she was struggling to draw. Pressed to his hard body, she could feel every muscle, and his desire was evident against her stomach. A wicked heat flushed her, and need drove her to her toes to get more of him.
“You smell good,” he whispered in her ear, before moving lower to kiss that spot beneath.
“Beer smells good?”
“Damn straight.”
His lips reached her chest, and then he was undoing the last buttons of her shirt. His hands pushed her tank top high, and she felt the cool air on her stomach.
“I like your bra.”
She had no idea which one she wore.
“Especially the small ducks marching across the curve of each cup.”
She forgot to think as he pulled a cup down and licked her nipple. Lightning rocketed through her. Heat spiked in her belly.
“Newman.” Hope wasn’t sure if it was a moan or a plea, but whatever it was, he responded by taking her breast into his mouth and sucking. His other hand slid under her skirt and up her thigh.
“Yes.” Hope sighed as he stroked her through the satin of her panties.
Her hands were under his shirt and moved upward, nails scraping his skin, making him shudder.
It was the sound of voices that had him stopping. He lifted his head and pulled her into his arms, holding her there until the voices had gone.
“Hope?”
He lifted her head from his chest.
“It’s okay. I know you’ve been drinking—”
“You think I kissed you, among other things, because I’ve had a couple of drinks?”
Hope took a step back when he released her, and fixed her clothes, very aware that he was watching her.
“So what was the reason in the elevator?”
“You were angry.”
