She stretches out her hand, and a current zaps through me. Warmth spreads through my fingers and goes straight to my chest. We keep shaking hands as if neither of us wants to break the contact. She giggles, taking her hand away, and I immediately miss the connection.
“So, what were your plans tonight?” she asks, busying herself with cleaning the counter.
“Visiting a friend. And yours?”
She shrugs. “Trying out some new recipes. My best friend is hanging out with her boyfriend, but I didn’t want to go out.”
Rearranging the fruit and vegetables a second time, she glances my way. “But you’re distracting, so that was it with trying new recipes.”
I chuckle and approach her, needing to get even closer to her. I lift my hand and trace her cheekbones—so delicate. She leans into my touch, sucking in a breath.
“You’re beautiful, but I’m sure you’ve heard that a lot.”
“I don’t mind hearing it a few more times.” She grins, a combination of sweet and sassy, cute but beautiful. She’s perfect.
“I bet you said that so you can kiss me,” she says, her gaze sliding to my mouth, lingering there for a few seconds that has heat buzzing under my skin.
I swallow hard. “It’s the truth, but I do want to kiss you.”
She tilts her head. “What is it about you that makes me reckless, Ian?”
I place my hands on her waist and dip my forehead to hers. “Would it matter if I told you I’ve never felt this before. I don’t even know what thisis…”
“Crazy,” she murmurs. “That’s what this is.”
Somehow, we got nearer during our talk, her body pressing against mine. Mouths inching, our lips touch.
Glued together, we move to the rhythm of a sensual kiss, awakening the need for more. This girl is made of silk and sugar—tempting me for a bite and then I’m hooked.
Walking backward out of the kitchen, I bump into the coffee table. She giggles, but it’s quickly forgotten as we drop onto the couch that gives a little squeak. She ends up straddling me, a knee on each side of my thighs.
Peppering my lips with honied kisses, she says, “You smell so good. Do you have any flaws?”
“Plenty, but would knowing them keep you from kissing me?” I ask through another kiss, my hands moving down her back, fingers digging into her waist. Her mouth could become a vice, even though I could have sworn nothing could shake my discipline.
“I think nothing could keep me from kissing you.”
My heart gallops in my chest at her confession. A rush of sensations races through me, making me lightheaded.
“Perfect answer.”
My hands sneak lower, gripping her ass cheeks to pull her higher on my lap until our chests brush together. My palms splay on her lower back, holding her to me. Our eyes lock. Madness and oblivion blend, creating an intimacy I’ve never experienced before.
She looks divine, all flushed, eyes taking on a hungry hue for more I can offer her.
With her, I am Ian, the man, not Ian Weston, the college football superstar quarterback. It’s a heady feeling. One I didn’t know I needed to feel.
“Take me to the bedroom,” she breathes out, decimating my control to take things slow.
I stand, picking her up as I go. She squeals as I carry her to where she points. Inside the small bedroom, I place her on the twin bed.
“You want this?”
She cups my face, her fingers shaking. “So, so bad.”
Undressing, our bodies clash, joining in fiery passion.
I don’t know where she begins and I end. Sheathed in paradise, I forget everyone that came before her. I know nothing other than this woman and the need to pleasure her, make her irrevocably mine.
