“I just walked in the door.”He tipped her head up.
“But beautifully.”She took a shaky breath and opened her mouth for his kiss.Her breathing was even shakier when it was finished.“I’ve missed you,” she whispered.
“Me too,” he whispered back.He had a hand curvedaround her neck and was caressing her jaw with his thumb.“You’re a sight for sore eyes.”
“Bull.You’ve been looking at gorgeous models all week.”
“Six-foot amazons.I like petite women.Women I can look down on.”
“What a sexist comment.”
“I’m a sexist man.Contrary to the trend.I do believe in the differences between us.”His gaze fell to her breasts at the same time as he lowered his hand to her hip.Against her mouth, he asked, “Want me to change?”
“Not on your life.”
“Should I order tea?”
“Only if you want to drink it.”
“Do you?”
She came forward the fraction of an inch necessary to fuse her mouth with his in a tongue-deep kiss.Cutter was more visibly shaken than she at its end.
His voice was low.“Let’s go somewhere, Pam.”
“My place or yours?”
“Yours is nicer, but mine is closer.”
“Yours, then.I’ve been waiting for you forever.”
Actually, it had been just shy of a month since she’d seen him, but it might have been an eternity for the impatience she felt on the way to his apartment.He led the way, holding her hand as he lengthened his stride.She half-walked, half-trotted.When traffic lights periodically pinned them to a corner, she pressed as close to him as she could.
Once inside his building, he rushed her into the elevator.The door had no sooner closed than he backed herto the smooth paneling, flattened his body against hers, and began moving.He didn’t stop until they’d reached the apartment, stripped off their clothing, and made love.
At last, lying naked on her back beside Cutter, Pam gave a loud moan.“I should have known this would happen.One look at you and I’m not good for much of anything.”
“You were real good for a lot of something,” he argued, but his lips barely moved.He sounded half-asleep.
“I want to be good at a lot else.”She pushed herself up on an elbow.“Marry me, Cutter?”
His eyes remained closed.He didn’t move.“Mmmm.”
“I want to get married.Now.”
“I’m not dressed.”
She shook his shoulder.“Cutter, I’m not kidding.I want to get married.”
“I can’t talk about this now.You’ve drained me.”
“But this was the reason I came.I specifically want to i discuss this.”
“Then you shouldn’t have let me make love to you first.”
“I couldn’t help it.”
Throwing an arm around her, he brought her back down to his side.“Let me hold you for a minute.Then we’ll talk.”
