Page 13 of Baby, It’s Hot Inside

“No, I’m okay.”

“Hey, are you nervous? It’s just me.” He twirls one of my curls around his finger. “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. I just wanted to spend some more time with you.”

But I do want to do all the things. I totally do. So I stop thinking so hard and just pull him to me. Our lips meet and he tastes like wine and promises.

“Just so you know,” he says, pulling away from our kiss. “I do want you. It’s all I’ve been able to think about since our kiss this morning.”

“I want you too.”

“Thank fuck.” He pulls me to my feet and kisses me again. His tongue delves into my mouth as he walks me backwards across his apartment. He spins us, then I’m pulled across his lap, straddling his thick thighs. His hands move up the sides of my torso until his thumbs are resting just below my breasts. I’m dying for him to touch them. My nipples might poke through the dress if he doesn’t do it soon. But he’s in no hurry, just keeps kissing me.

“You’re a really good kisser,” I tell him, when his mouth leaves mine to trail his tongue down my throat. Goosebumps scatter across my skin.

“So are you.”

I grip his shoulders, they’re so firm, like muscles on top of muscles.

“I want to touch you everywhere. See you,” he murmurs into my throat. “Stand up, Ginger.”

I do as he instructs and I slip off my black ballet flats and kick them somewhere behind me.

He’s sitting on the foot of his bed watching me. His mossy green eyes are so heated as they track my body. “Take off your dress.”

I reach behind me and unhook the halter, then shimmy out of the dress until I’m there in my black strapless bra and matching black underwear. They’re not sexy lingerie. I’ve had no reason to buy such things, but they’re better than basic white cotton.

“Come here.” He holds a hand out to me and I pad to him.

“Take off your shirt now,” I tell him.

And he does and my mouth falls open. Watching him across the beach earlier today didn’t do him justice. He was too far away to truly appreciate. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a chest like that in real life. In movies. On Jason Momoa and Ryan Reynolds, but on a real man? Nope. Especially not one I’m currently standing in front of wearing nothing but my undies.

“Bra.” He nods to the offensive garment. “Off.”

I smile because I just can’t help it. “You’re kinda bossy.”

He looks up at me and cocks one eyebrow. “I just know what I want. And I want to see you. All of you.”

I take a deep breath. He wouldn’t have invited me here and cooked for me if he wasn’t really attracted to me. I can do this. I close my eyes and reach behind me and flick off the hooks. The bra falls to my feet. Then I’m stepping out of my panties until I’m just standing in front of him bare as the day I was born.

“Goddamn, Ginger,” he says with that rough voice made of sex and melted chocolate.

But that makes me open my eyes. I try to cover myself, but he grabs my arms and holds them above my head with one hand. His eyes have turned a darker shade and I realize that he is way turned on.

“Your curves are...fuck.” He scrapes his hand over his face, then licks his lips.

His reaction seems good, but I’m a little confused. “Is that a good thing?”

“Yeah, baby, it’s a very good thing.” He pulls me forward so I’m standing between his legs and his hands grip my ass. “I love how you look.”

It’s on the tip of my tongue to ask him if he’s a chubby chaser, because I know I’m not thin. Thankfully I keep my mouth shut. Because what the hell, Ginger? Then his mouth is on my nipple and my brain is no longer forming coherent thoughts. I grip his shoulders and his skin is so hot. He’s moving from one breast to the other and I’m pretty sure I’m dripping wet. I’m so turned on.

He pulls me down so I’m straddled across his lap, and he kisses me. His kisses are so hot I might climax just from his mouth on mine. I’m moaning and writhing on his lap and his hands are in my hair and he’s kissing me as if we have all the time in the world.

Then he stands, holding me, turns and drops me on the bed. I bounce once, then lie still, eyeing him, waiting for what comes next. He lies down on top of me and kisses me again, then he moves his mouth down to my neck, nibbles and licks and bites.

Does the same treatment to both breasts for a while, then continues his path downward. It takes me a minute to realize what he’s doing and my eyes pop open. I can almost hear tires squealing in my brain.

“No, no, we can just do the regular stuff,” I say shoving at his face that’s getting lower and lower on my body.