He waved his hand. “We’re grownups. I have a house with five bedrooms. There’s no reason you have to drive home, not in this weather.”
“I didn’t know it was going to do this, or I wouldn’t have come.”
“I didn’t either. At least not this early.”
She raised her eyebrow. “What did you think it would do?”
“Not come in until after midnight. I figured if it did come in, you’d either be already gone or settled in for the night.”
She smiled. “Early to bed for you, huh?”
“I figured, a working girl like you would want to turn in early.” He took a step toward her.
She did not step back.
“Maybe I’m a night owl.” She stepped closer to him.
“Maybe I can accommodate you no matter what.”
She arched that eyebrow again, a smile on her face. “You seem pretty confident.”
“I would think you’d like that.” He put his hand on her arm.
“I prefer a man who knows what he wants, yes.”
He pulled her close, her body pressed against his. “Stay because you want to. Not because of the weather.”
“Do I look like the type of woman who doesanythingI don’t want to?”
“Not really, no.”
She wrapped her arm around his neck and pulled him to her in a kiss.
Damn it was hot.
Like steam that could melt the ice that rained down on the windows.
Her curves lined up with him in all the right places. She felt like, well, hell, he didn’t know what she felt like, only that it was good, and he wanted more of it. He ran his hands all over her. Felt the buttons that held her silky shirt together. Her skin felt as soft as the shirt, the little bit he could feel as he stroked her.
She put her hands around him, running over his back and along his hips, which only made him rock harder into her.
He guided her back to the couch. When they hit the back, she sat on the edge, and their kissing broke apart.
At least, enough that he could start undoing some of her buttons.
She had the same idea, reaching for his.
He, however, didn’t hesitate. He pulled off his shirt and threw it down. Of course, that only revealed the tee-shirt he had underneath.
She put her hand on his chest. “Iron Man, huh?”
He glanced down, the shirt’s logo forgotten. “Yeah. I guess so.”
She smiled and unfastened her blouse.
Underneath, she wore a little tank top thingy.
And right there, in the center of her cleavage, was a Wonder Woman logo.
