He gave her a panty-melting grin as he pulled her closer, fitting her flush against his body where she could feel every inch of him. “Make you glad you let me follow you home.”
Bristol swallowed and lifted her face to him. “Are you finally going to kiss me?”
“Eager?”
She gave him a coy shrug. “A little.”
He took her face in his hands. “Let’s see if we can make that a lot.”
Chapter Five
She flashed back to the bar, to the instant before their lips had nearly met. Heart pounding, blood racing, need reeling… Yeah, she’d cursed her mother’s interruption. But since then, her anticipation had grown. She wanted him more now. Maybe Mama had done her a favor in the long run. They wouldn’t be interrupted here.
“You’re welcome to try.” She gave him a wicked grin.
He didn’t say a word, just dipped his head toward her. Bristol held her breath. Her heart felt suspended in the moment and too filled with anticipation to beat. No man had ever excited her so much with a mere word or smile. She wondered how she’d handle his kiss.
“Look at me,” he insisted, his voice gruff and low.
Her lashes fluttered open, and his gaze darkened as if what he saw there undid him.
“That’s it,” he encouraged. “Don’t hide from me. I want to see you, get closer to you. This may be temporary, but it isn’t impersonal.”
“It’s not,” she whispered.
He caressed her face, shifted a hand behind her neck, fingers sifting through her hair. Bristol hadn’t thought it possible, but he looked even more serious. “Good.”
Finally, he brushed his lips over hers once, slow and deliberate, as if memorizing the shape of her mouth. Then again, firmer this time, coaxing her open. His touch, full of gentle command and electric thrill, sent a sizzle flashing across her skin. Her heart started thumping again, beating a rapid tattoo against her chest.
Jamie pulled back enough to stare down at her again, searching her face for something. He caressed her other cheek with his warm palm. “God, I’ve got to taste your mouth, your skin. All of you.”
Before she could say a word, he captured her lips once more, this time crashing into her, hungry, demanding, as if he couldn’t get to her fast enough. He took her mouth like he meant to leave his mark, like he wanted her breath tangled with his. Like he owned her. Bristol wasn’t prepared for his intensity or his onslaught. His touch made her dizzy. No, he did. His musky scent surrounded her, dangerous, sexy, as he pressed his chest to her beating heart and consumed her.
He was above her, around her, all over her. She pressed against him, every bit as desperate to get to him, and gasped into his kiss.
Bristol wrapped the hem of his tank in her fists and tugged up. He grabbed her wrists and swept them over her head, pinning them to the wall. The sudden restraint made her gasp, a sharp rush of heat pooling low in her belly as her heart slammed against her ribs.
His chest rose and fell as he stared at her, panting, naked hunger tightening his face. “Bedroom?”
The dark snap of his voice made her tremble. “End of the hall.”
“Let’s go.” He bent and lifted her, wrapping her legs around his hips and covering her mouth with his again.
But instead of heading in that direction, Jamie pressed himself against her. She swore she could feel his heart beating wildly. Then she forgot everything when he tightened his grip on her thighs and fitted his hips between them, rocking against her, right where she ached for him most.
Bristol moaned and writhed against him. It had been a while since she’d had a lover, but she had never felt anything so explosive, so connected. So right.
She pulled at his shirt again. They might not make it to the bedroom, but that was just fine with her. Here against this wall would be every bit as amazing, she’d bet.
He tore his mouth from hers. “How the fuck are you undoing me so fast?”
“It’s…” Chemistry. “Something’s happening between us. I…” Need you.
“Yeah. Me, too.” He plowed her mouth again, his tongue surging deep, his kiss thorough, as if he meant to stake his claim. “I’m glad we’re alone. I want to please every part of you. I want your body to know who owns it tonight. I want you to equate me with pleasure until all you have to do is hear my voice to get wet. I don’t want you to have the slightest urge to ever say no.”
“I can’t imagine ever refusing you anything, Jamie…” She couldn’t catch her breath, and she couldn’t be bothered to care. All that mattered was that he was touching her.
He mumbled a curse before smoothing out his expression. Then he started down the hall finally, every step providing friction between them in the most delicious places. Fresh tingles erupted. Desire settled between her legs—an ache so sharp it stunned. They were still fully dressed. He hadn’t done anything more than kiss her. But Bristol already suspected he would be the man by which she measured all others.
