“And?”
He shook his head. “Boom.”
“Boom?”
“Yeah, boom,” he confirmed. “You stood there in that red dress looking so beautiful, like a fantasy come to life. You blew me away. I damn near swallowed my tongue.”
“I have a hard time believing that,” she said skeptically. “You acted all cool and calm. You swept me out on the dance floor immediately.”
“I had the brilliant idea that if I got close to you, talked to you just like I would have any beautiful woman, then I’d see my reaction had just been surprise. That yes, you were gorgeous but I could handle it.”
Savannah walked over to him and placed her palm on his chest. “How did that work out for you?”
“Not too well. I decided to leave and we got trapped in the coatroom and by then it was all over.” He drew her into his arms, bent his head down to speak softly in her ear. “I knew I was going to do everything I could to have another chance with you.”
He kissed her then, as he’d wanted to do almost from the moment he saw her again. She melted into him, her arms going around his neck, her soft breasts pressed against his chest, and she kissed him back with an abandon he hadn’t expected. One he found sexy as hell.
He ran his tongue over her teeth, stroked it inside her mouth to meet with hers, tangle and taste. Slipping his hands beneath her butt, he pulled his mouth from hers long enough to say, “Wrap your legs around me,” and boost her up. And discovered she wore a thong. He caressed her bare cheeks, giving silent thanks to the inventor of thongs.
The couch was close so he walked there with her and sat down. With her legs spread on either side of him, her sex rubbed against his cock and made him so crazy he had to stop himself from shredding her panties and burying himself inside her.
Savannah slipped her hands beneath his sweater, pushing it up, urging him to take it off. Harlan yanked it off over his head, then pulled off his T-shirt. She reached down to the hem of her dress and began pulling it up, slowly. When her dress reached her bra he helped her get it the rest of the way off and fling it aside.
He traced a finger over her sheer, flesh-colored, lacy bra. Watched her nipple pearl beneath the fabric before doing the same to her other breast. She groaned and reached behind her back to unfasten her bra, thrusting her breasts out as she did so.
He slipped the straps down her arms and pulled the fabric away. Savannah took it off the rest of the way and tossed it aside.
Her skin was milky white, her nipples dusky rose, full and lush and absolute perfection. Covering her breasts with his hands, he caressed and tweaked her nipples until they stiffened even more. Savannah groaned and rubbed herself against him.
“That’s it.” Harlan got up, turning Savannah around so he could carry her in his arms into the bedroom. She kissed his neck, his mouth, wrapped her arms around him and pressed herself against him.
Once in the bedroom he put her on the bed and stepped back, undoing his jeans and pushing them and his boxers off. Reaching into the bedside table drawer, he pulled out a condom and tossed it on the tabletop.
Savannah lay on her back in the middle of his bed. Her dark hair tousled from his hands, her mouth rosy and inviting from his kisses, wearing nothing but a tiny lacy thong and thigh-high black boots.
“Harlan? Are you okay?”
He realized he’d been standing stock-still and staring at her. “I was just thinking—Oh, hell, I wasn’t thinking at all. You short-circuited my brain.”
The smile she gave him was pure sex and full of promise.
