Chapter 3 #2
His lips came down on hers, and there was nothing tentative about this kiss. This one was all about desire and passion and the desperate need that had been building between them for months.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and opened her mouth to his tongue.
Then they were falling, landing on the sofa in a tangle of arms and legs and hot, sexy kisses that left her breathless and yearning for more.
Too fast. This was happening way too fast, but damn if she could summon the wherewithal to slow it down.
In reality, it’d been happening for months with hours of conversation and flirting building to the kind of spontaneous combustion she’d only read about and heard others talk about. She’d certainly never experienced anything like it herself. Until now, until him.
When he pushed her sweater up, he pulled back from her only long enough to remove it before recapturing her lips, which were now stinging from the intensity of their kisses.
“Ah, Christ,” he said, drawing back for a better look at the black bra she’d bought at Tiffany Taylor’s store last week “just in case” something like this happened with him.
The dazzled expression on his face was worth the exorbitant cost of the bra.
Wait till he got a look at the matching panties.
“You’re so fucking sexy, and you don’t even realize it.
” His words were uttered in a low growl that had her tingling all over from what he said as much as how he said it.
He made her feel sexy, not only with how he looked at her now, but with the way he flirted with her constantly, letting her know how interested he was in being with her. A woman could get caught up in a man who made her the center of his attention.
He placed soft, strategic kisses along the tops of her breasts, which were overflowing the confines of the bra.
Erin squirmed under him, pressing against the thick erection that rested against her leg and drawing a deep groan from him.
Finding the hem of his sweater, she worked it up and over his head, desperate for the feel of his skin against hers.
His back, chest and arms were ripped with muscles that flexed as he moved above her.
He tugged on the bra. “Where’s the hook?”
She reached between breasts that had always been too big for her liking and released the front clasp. His gaze burned with lust as her breasts sprang free of the bra and into his waiting hands, making her thankful for the overabundance for the first time ever.
“So, so hot,” he whispered as he took her right nipple into his mouth and sucked hard, making her cry out from the shock as much as the powerful sense of need that had her arching into him, asking for more.
She grasped handfuls of his hair and held on as he tended one nipple and then the other.
His cell phone rang, but he ignored it as he kept up the sensual assault that had her on the verge of release, and he’d barely touched her. If he could do that with his hands and tongue…
God, this was crazy. She’d never reacted to any man the way she did him, and she was about to give in to the overwhelming attraction when his phone rang again.
Slim groaned and dropped his head to her chest. “Don’t they know I’m very busy at the moment?”
She laughed at the frustration she heard in his tone, because it more than matched hers.
The phone went silent, and he smiled down at her, keeping his gaze fixed on hers as he kissed her softly. “One minute we’re topping off the tree, and the next…”
She ran her hands over his back. “Not sure how we got all half naked.”
His smile was positively wolfish. “Do I need to give you a recap?” The phone rang again, making him groan louder than the first time.
“This had better be a fucking code-red emergency, or someone is a dead man.” Raising himself up and off her, he went to get his phone from his coat pocket while she took in the sight of his spectacular chest and back.
“What?” His scowl immediately morphed into concern.
“Hey, take a breath. Say that again?” After a long pause, he said, “Yes, of course. I’ll meet you there in ten minutes.
No, it’s fine. Just keep breathing, okay? Yeah, I know. I’ll see you in ten.”
Erin sat up, found her sweater inside out on the floor and put it back on. “What’s wrong?”
“That was my buddy Luke. His wife is pregnant and having some issues. The clinic here recommended she get to the mainland, so he asked me to fly them over. It’s faster than the ferry.”
“Oh God, poor Sydney.”
He pulled on his sweater and ran his fingers through his hair to bring some order to it. “I know.”
“I hope she’s okay.”
“Sorry to leave like this.”
She stood and went to him. “Don’t apologize. Your friend needs you. You have to go.”
“You want to come?”
“Oh. Ah… No, thanks. I’ve got some stuff to do here. I’ll see you when you get back.”
He kissed her quickly. “Don’t wait for me to go to Jenny’s. I’ll catch up.”
“Okay,” she said, oddly disappointed by the interruption in their time together, even though she wanted him to help Luke and Sydney.
He started toward the stairs but then turned back, wrapping his arm around her waist and drawing her into another deep, sensual kiss that started her motor running all over again.
“I don’t want to be anywhere but right here.
” And then he was gone, his footsteps echoing off the metal treads of the spiral staircase as he ran for the door.