His lips felt better than she imagined… and she had imagined plenty since she’d first seen him standing on her front porch. With his arms banded tightly around her, pressing their bodies together, she felt the evidence of his desire. And with the heat moving through her veins like molten lava from her lips to her nipples, to her core, she was glad his muscular arms held her up. Otherwise, she would be a puddle of goo on the floor.
He bent slightly and hefted her into the air, allowing her legs to instinctively snap around his trim waist. Turning, he set her ass onto the counter, then stepped between her thighs, spreading them apart until his erection was pressed against her sex.
She was only wearing leggings, but adding the material of his jeans between them made her wish for less clothing and more bare skin. Preferably more bare skin touching.
Her hands had been clutching his shoulders, but now slid to the bottom of his T-shirt. Slipping her fingers underneath, she encountered the warm skin over the firm muscles that had driven her musings for the past few days. Moving them upward, she dragged his shirt along until it snagged on his chest.
Their kiss hadn’t stopped, nor slowed, fueled by desperation and desire. It wasn’t a movie-star kiss. It was rough, hard, tongues tangling, teeth bumping, noses smooshing against each other. It was hot flames licking over her skin where she now wished his tongue would trail. She grunted as she continued to tug on his shirt.
He stepped back just enough to grab the neck of his T-shirt and jerk it over his head, then moved in quickly to continue their kiss. She groaned again, but this time, it was with pleasure as her fingers now had his whole torso to explore. Warm skin like satin covering tight muscles that twitched as she allowed her fingertips to dance lightly over every inch.
So lost in the sensations, she barely noticed when his hands were performing the same tango underneath her shirt. Leaning back, she lifted her arms like a toddler so he could whip the offending fleece up and over her head, landing on the floor to join his shirt.
Wearing a simple, front hook bra that was more for lounging than for sexiness, it didn’t seem to matter to him as his gaze raked over her breasts. She flipped the hook and let the soft material fall off her shoulders and down her arms. Now sitting on the counter topless, she reached up to pull him close again, wanting to finally feel skin on skin. And as soon as his chest was pressed against hers, she groaned as need and pleasure washed through her.
His hips jutted forward, pressing his erection against her core, and she now knew they still had on too many clothes.
She muttered into their kiss, “Clothes off. All. Clothes. Off.”
“Bedroom,” he murmured in return.
“No, now. Here.”
He leaned back, his brow furrowed in questions. She dragged him forward, managing to get one word out before she kissed him again. “Casserole.”
Casper started laughing with his lips against hers. The feel of his mirth against her lips, being swallowed by her mouth, and rumbling from his chest to hers was exactly what she had wanted.
He leaned back and flipped off the oven. “Babe,” he managed to say. “Casserole can wait. I can’t.”
“Me either,” she agreed, latching onto his upper body as their lips met again. This time, he lifted her off the counter, her legs wrapped around his waist, and their kiss continued down the short hallway and into her room.
Once in her bedroom, they broke apart just long enough for her to fumble with the lamp beside her bed, casting the room in warm, golden light. When she turned back to him, she found Casper standing there looking slightly uncertain, his hands hovering near the waistband of his jeans.
"I should probably mention," she said, her voice breathless, "that it's been a while for me. Like, a really long while."
"How long is a really long while?" His lips quirked upward.
"Let's just say my vibrator has been getting more action than I have for a couple of years.”
Casper's eyes widened before he threw back his head and laughed. The deep, uninhibited sound she'd been wanting to hear. "Well, that's honest."
"What about you?" she asked, reaching for the button on his jeans.
"Longer than I care to admit."
“So…” she hesitated. “This isn’t standard procedure for you when on an assignment?” She knew her insecurity bled through the words, but wanted to know.
He stepped closer until his face was all she could focus on. “No. Never.”
The air rattled from her lungs, and she grinned as she reached toward his jeans. “Good to know.”
His hands covered hers as they worked together to get his jeans unfastened. "Fair warning… I might be a little rusty."
"Good thing we have all night to practice," she said, unsure if the heat blossoming on her face was a blush or boldness.
Getting his jeans off proved to be more challenging than either had anticipated. The denim caught on his boots, requiring an awkward hopping dance as he tried to extract his feet while maintaining some semblance of dignity.
"Boots," Willow said helpfully, pointing at the obvious problem.
