He turned his head to stare at me for the longest time. “At Charlie’s.”
“Oh?”
“I get in my own way sometimes.”
“What do you mean?”
“In the storage room.”
Where we had sheltered from the earthquake.
I smiled at him.
He frowned as though he regretted saying it. “I’ve made this awkward.”
“You’ve made it interesting.”
“I have every intention of keeping you safe. Even from a man like me.”
“I would never want to repeat what happened between us at Charlie’s.”
Disappointment flashed over his face. “Understandable.”
“Given the same opportunity, I’d not end it with a kiss.” A frisson rushed through me.
“Careful, or I’ll—”
I moved quickly, cutting him off by pressing my lips to his. Not thinking, only reacting and trusting this moment was ours.
Then I eased back a little to make sure I had read him right.
His intense gaze met mine. “Say you want this.”
“Shall I show you what I wanted to do the first time I met you?”
“At Chrysalis?” He broke into a grin. “Don’t spank me.”
I laughed at that.
“You have a smart but very kissable mouth.” He moved closer, pulling me on top of him.
His tongue darted into my mouth, exploring and conquering, conveying a once hidden affection, creating sparks of arousal between us.
I straddled him, easing his hands above his head and crossing them at the wrists. “Like this,” I said softly.
“I could stay like this forever.”
Henry Cole was a dangerous romantic.
Shuffling down his body, reaching his thighs, I unzipped his pants and then glanced up at him for his nod of permission.
Once given, I eased his hefty girth out of his trousers, his impressive erection enlarging in the grip of my palm.
I dipped my head between his legs to taste his tip.
He exhaled in a rush.
Stroking his substantial shaft, I ran the tip of my tongue along his frenulum, circling the head of his cock and moving down to its base before rising to his tip again.