She reached up and grazed her lips along his jaw. “Yes, you are.”
He grinned, and then his mouth covered hers again.
She realized she was in bed with no memory of him carrying her there. “Smooth moves, Mr. Clean.”
His eyebrows shot up. “Mr. Clean?”
“If you can call me Chaos Machine, I can call you Mr. Clean.”
He lowered his mouth to her ear. “The thoughts I’m thinking aren’t clean, Mara. They’re dirty enough to have me on the edge of control.”
She lifted her hips and pressed into him. “Time to lose that control, because dirty sounds wonderful. Condoms are in the drawer.”
His eyes flared with desire. “I like a woman who’s prepared.”
“They arrived with my last order of flour.”
He laughed. “You’ve put the flour to good use; let’s do the same with the condoms. You’re still with me?”
She loved that he checked, that he cared enough to check. “All the way, Seth. All the way.”
He stood and whipped off his clothes. She was too entranced by the sight to worry about anything but watching.
The man was covered with muscles and scars, likely from his time in the military. His leg was criss-crossed with so many, she wondered what hell he’d been through.
Then he slid off his boxer briefs, and the scars flew out of her mind as she focused on his erection. She nearly drooled.
She looked up into his eyes and found the need roaring through her reflected there. “You’re beautiful, and I want to explore every last inch later. Right now, I want you, Seth.”
He ripped open a condom and rolled it on. Next time, she was taking over that task.
“Hell, Mara, you’re going to make me embarrass myself if you keep looking at me like an ice cream cone.”
She licked her lips and watched his eyes darken.
With a groan, he gave himself a stroke. “To echo your words, I want you, Mara.”
She leaned back on the bed, and Seth lowered his magnificent body over hers, keeping some of his weight on his elbows.
Then their lips crashed together, and she stopped thinking at all.
Seth gritted his teeth to keep himself together. Having Mara’s gorgeous curves under him was incredible.
He captured her lips in a kiss, and when he felt her trembling beneath him, he slipped down her body—one more piece of cotton between him and her complete nakedness.
The pale pink panties weren’t going to last long. He slipped his thumb beneath the fabric and found her hot and wet. The groan proved she was as needy as he felt.
He shifted back on his haunches and slid the panties down. Tasting her skin along the way.
With each touch of his tongue, each graze of his teeth, Mara moaned, shifted, sighed.
“You’re spectacular, Mara.” He eased the panties off and kissed her ankle.
“I’ve been standing in my sneakers all morning. My feet probably stink of sweat and chicken poop.”
He laughed as he kissed the spot again. “Not a chance.”
Then he eased his way up her legs, finding more spots to savor, and more reactions to elicit.
