Page 51 of Save the Last Dance
“I’m not sure we’ll make it that far.” He lowered his mouth to taste the skin at the base of her throat. So. Good. “The seconds crawled by like hours today.”
She arched her neck to give him better access. “I stared at you out the kitchen window instead of watching the clock. Anyone ever tell you that you look incredibly hot in a hard hat?”
“Not as hot as you look in the apron you wear in my fantasies.” He hooked a finger in the V of her blouse and popped the first button.
“An apron?” Her fingers clenched his shoulders so hard hefelt her nails right through his T-shirt.
“And nothing else.” His lips followed the path of his fingers as he unfastened buttons.
Her heart raced beneath his kiss, her breath coming fast against his neck.
“Sounds impractical.” She lifted up on her toes, bringing the curve of one breast nearer his mouth.
“Not for what I have in mind.” He shoved the open blouse off her shoulders until she had to let go of him to slide it down and off her arms.
The impatient shimmy did mouth-watering things to her pink-lace-wrapped curves. Her breasts were more generous than he remembered. He must have stared a second too long because she smiled with a knowing grin.
“Like what you see?” She reached for the button on her jeans and undid it with a deft flick. “There’s more, you know.”
He spotted a hint of pink lace as she eased down the zipper and then he pulled his jaw off the floor. Reaching for her hips, he drew her to him, wanting the feel of her skin against him.
“You’re too much.” He hooked an arm beneath her legs. “Hold on to me.” He lifted her until her ankles locked around his waist, then he reached for the condoms he’d left on the stairs.
“With pleasure.” She rolled her hips against him and kissed him, her fingers spearing through his hair.
“I can’t see where I’m going.” He paused on his way up the steps, completely disoriented between the growing dark from the loft level and the full throttle seductive efforts of the woman in his arms.
“Me, either,” she whispered against his lips in a warmpuff of air. “But we’re not worrying about that today, remember?”
Right. He charged ahead, feeling into the dark with one hand to make sure he didn’t run into anything. When one shin hit the front of his bed, he loosened his hold on her waist and fell sideways into the unmade tangle of sheets with her still half in his arms.
The scent of her skin beckoned. He gripped the silky straps of the bra and nudged them off her shoulders, just enough to loosen one lace cup. He captured one freed nipple in his mouth. She gasped and writhed beside him, her legs shifting restlessly against his.
“You smell incredible.” He inhaled the fragrance along her neck and let it go to his head. “Vanilla, right?”
“I had to find a fragrance that didn’t clash with the scent of cupcakes.” She slid her hand beneath the hem of his tee and skimmed the fabric up his chest. “I can’t see enough of you.”
He yanked the shirt over his head and tossed it. “Better?”
“No. It’s too dark to appreciate what I’ve just uncovered.” Her hands smoothed over his pecs and down his abs, slowing as they reached the waistband of his jeans.
He rose up on one knee to pull the string on the blinds over the bed. The window was high enough to let in the moonlight without exposing them to anyone who happened to be out in the field. When he looked down at Nina, she was illuminated in a white glow as she wriggled her way out of her pants.
Now nothing but pink lace covered her skin.
Her eyes followed him as he moved toward her. “You’ve been taking mighty fine care of yourself since I saw youlast.”
“Sexual deprivation sends me to the gym a lot.” He unfastened his jeans and ditched them, leaving on his boxers. “It’s been a long time for me.”
“Sexual deprivation only makes me eat more cupcakes.” She reached for him, palming his waist and dragging down the waistband of the boxers. “It doesn’t seem fair.”
He wouldn’t have thought he could get any harder, but when her knuckles skimmed along the flesh beside his erection, his skin became impossibly tight. Lightheaded, he tugged off the boxers and covered her.
She was soft everywhere. Her skin, her hair, her breasts. A flash fire sizzled over his skin, the need to be inside her so strong he couldn’t think about anything else.
“Next time I’m going to take such good care of you,” he promised.
Nina was already crinkling the bag of condoms and tearing into the package with one hand. “Next time, you won’t remember your own name. That’s how goodI’mgoing to be to you.”
