“Let’s make that tomorrow’s problem,” I say.
“Tomorrow’s problem? Okay.” She laughs. “I’m losing my head around you, Hunter Bain.”
I take her hands in mine and back her up against the wall of my building. “Oh, yeah?” I press a kiss on her neck. She smells so good—of roses and, somehow, sea air.
Her hand grips my shoulders, and I burrow my head into her neck. “Yeah.”
I pull back and scoop her up, carrying her into my building.
“Just like we’re honeymooners,” she says, tipping her head back. “Thank goodness I decided to go part-time.” Her laughter lights up the space around us.
When we get into my apartment, I set her down, but she doesn’t glance away from me. I expected her to want a full tour, to inspect every cupboard and drawer, but I have her full attention. It’s like she’s drip-feeding me pure testosterone.
“So,” she says, gazing up at me. “Now that you have me here, what are your plans?”
I let out a deep rumble that comes from my chest. Oh, the plans I have for this woman.
I pull her closer, pressing my lips to hers. Our tongues meet, and it feels like we’ve crossed a line. Yes, we’ve kissed before. But in all the scenarios up to now, we’ve been around each other because our presence was required by someone else. Right here, right now, she’s in my apartment because I want her here and she wants to be here.
Things have changed.
We both know it.
I pull her against me, trying to get closer. I deepen our kiss, needing more from her, my self-control ebbing away. I want to strip her naked and lick her from mouth to pussy, but I know already that I’m going to take my time. She deserves reverence. She deserves the best sex of her life. And something tells me I’m not going to have experienced anything like Lucy Jones before.
I grasp her ass, pressing her against me. I’m hard already, and I want her to know how much I want her. She slides her hand between us. When her palm hits my erection, I groan into her mouth.
I feel the throb of veins pulsing in my neck as I grind against her hand. I can’t ever remember wanting a woman as much as I want Lucy. I’ve wanted her since back in Martha’s Vineyard. If Ed wasn’t so important to me, I would have never been able to hold back from staking my claim.
And now? Now I’m too far gone to even remember Ed’s full name.
She fumbles with the buttons of my shirt. As soon as it’s open, she slides her hands up my chest. Her soft heat is everywhere, warming me as she touches me.
She releases me and spins. “My zipper,” she says, lifting her hands and fiddling with her hair. I pull down the metal tag just as her hair falls down her back, as if one is chasing the other.
“I love your hair,” I say. “I love your back.” I tease her dress open wider and trace my knuckle down her spine. She shivers, and I push the dress over her shoulders so it slips down and pools at her feet. She turns to face me, but it’s not her eyes I’m looking at. I’m taking in the blue lace. The curves. The black patent heels. I’m taking in the absolute perfection of it all.
“You’re gorgeous.”
“I don’t spend as much time in the gym as you.” She nods toward me.
“You. Are. Perfect.”
“I showed you mine.” She lifts her chin. “Take it all off.” She grins. She knows she’s being sassy and that I like it. A little too much.
I do as she asks, shrugging off my shirt and taking off my pants and underwear together.
She glances at my cock, swollen and thick against my stomach.
“I hope that’s not just for show,” she says, tilting her head to the side.
“I’ll let you be the judge of that,” I say, clasping my fist around my length.
She steps toward me, but as she reaches for me, I wrap my hand around her wrist. “I think we’ll start like this.” I twirl her around, so her ass grazes my thighs.
My heart is thumping so hard I wonder whether she can feel it against her back. I’m weak. My legs are only just keeping me upright, and my knees could buckle at any time.
I lean back a little and drag my finger up her spine. I stop at the fastening to her bra and unclip. I swallow, pulling the lace down and off.
