Tentatively, she touched his face.“I’m still not sure why I’m here.You can have any woman you want.”
The muscle in his cheek twitched.“Let’s take this to my room and I’ll show you why you’re here.”
As he walked down the corridor, she swallowed.“I… I have to warn you.I’m… I’m not very good at this.”
“You, Ellie Campbell, kill me with just a look.If I survive the next few hours, you’ll know exactly how good you are atthis.”
“And I… I’m not thin.Or tall.I’m short and very curvy for my size.Basically, I’m fat.”
He grinned.“What you are, Ellie, is perfect.And gorgeous.Those curves you’ve mentioned have been driving me nuts.Plus, you have no idea how refreshing it is to take someone to dinner who actually eats her food.”
Chapter Ten
In his room,Becket slowly put her down, skimming his hands down her arms.He couldn’t bear not touching her.She was a short one, her head just reaching his shoulder.For the first time in his life, he was tongue-tied.For one who had a whole playbook filled with moves, he should know what to say, but none of the lines he’d used so far had worked on Ellie.She was forcing him to dig deeper, to go beyond mere flattery.To think beyond words.
In the end, he didn’t have to say anything.She lifted her hands, unbuttoning his shirt.“As I’ve told you, I’m not very good at this, but I do know one basic thing.”
“Yeah?”he got out.“And what’s that?”
She flashed him a shy smile.“We have to be naked for this to work.”Pushing his shirt to the side, she put her hands on his body.“Wow, cowboy, you have muscles.”Slowly, ever so slowly, her hands moved over his chest.“They’re rock hard,” she whispered before she bent forward and put her mouth against his hot flesh.
Cussing, he lifted her chin and kissed her.“If you keep touching me, I’ll explode and I… I have to kiss you.”The moment his lips met hers, he was lost.Sunday’s kiss had just whetted his appetite.He’d wanted so much more, but they had been in someone else’s house.The possibility that Annie and Craig could walk in at any time stopped him from doing what he really wanted.Tonight, though, there was no rush, no other people around, and he had her permission.He could enjoy the taste of her, the experience of caressing every gorgeous curve, every sexy line of her body.They could take it slow…
Just then her mouth opened, her tongue welcoming him home and need punched him in the gut.Gone was patience; urgency, anxiety took over.The need to be with her, to have her, be one with her as soon as humanly possible, was unbearable.
Eager to explore her softness again, his hands slipped underneath her frilled top only to confirm what had nearly brought him to his knees earlier—she wasn’t wearing a bra.Lush curves spilled into his hands.
Eager to see her, he lifted his head.“How do I…?”Before he could finish his question, she pulled the top over her head and tossed it away.Wearing only the pair of white pants, she looked at him, her eyes a deep shade of blue.In the depths he could see desire, but also uncertainty.
Nearly reverently, he cupped her gorgeous breasts.“These have kept me awake since the moment I caught a glimpse of them in your shop,” he got out before he captured her lips again.
Satin.Soft.So soft.Breaths mingled, sending his already hot blood to boiling point.He had to calm down, give her time to catch up.With superhuman effort, he moved his mouth away from hers, only to discover the exquisite line of her chin before his lips trailed down her neck to those satiny shoulders that’d had him just about salivating all night long.
As he nibbled his way over smooth skin, her head fell backwards.Intoxicated by her scent, her softness, his mouth fastened on her neck.He feasted.Finally.
He was never going to get enough of this woman.
*
Ellie had beentransported to a different universe, one where there was only Becket, his hands, his mouth, his hot breath on her skin.Low in her belly, the embers from last night had caught fire again and with each stroke of his hands, it burnt higher and brighter.While his hands were fondling and teasing her breasts, his lips moved ever so slowly down her neck, over her collar bone, nibbling and caressing every inch until they finally reached an aching nipple.She barely had time to catch her breath before his hot, wet mouth closed around it.
With a cry, she gathered him close to her, running her fingers through his hair, down over his wide shoulders, reveling in the heady feeling of his throbbing desire against her body.He really wanted her.She couldn’t have stopped the sob that slipped out, even if she tried.
As his attention turned to her other breast, her legs finally gave way.As she fell backwards, he followed her, but quickly turned so that he was on his back and she was lying on top of him.
Combing her hair from her face, he smiled.“You okay?”
“I don’t think so.”
Frowning, he lifted his hands.“We can stop any time.”And there in the depths of his blue eyes she saw the uncertainty.A player like Becket Weston, unsure of himself?She was probably imagining things.
“What I mean is, I don’t think I’ll ever be okay after this.I… I didn’t know it could be this way.”
With a grin, he pulled her up.“Am I glad to hear that.It would’ve killed me, but if you’d wanted to stop, I would’ve.”
Sitting up, she played with the button on his jeans.“I do have one problem though.”
“Yeah?”
