Page 46 of Catch of a Lifetime
I stumbled in.
“Okay.” I whirled to face him, and whatever I’d been about to say fell clean out of my head.
He hadn’t followed me.
He was gripping the doorframe at shoulder height both sides, his big hands white-knuckled and biceps bunching. His chin wasdipped and his long indigo hair hung over his shoulders and down his chest to brush the tiny, tight nipples.
The small reading lamp in the sitting room was on a timer, and it had come on while I was out at the pub with Jerry. Its soft glow was muted. It cast just enough light from across the room to illuminate his face.
His burning eyes were fixed on mine. Holding onto the doorframe, he flexed his body in a long ripple of movement. It was the way he moved through the water as a merman, and it was equally arousing to see him do it on legs.
“Oh,” I said softly. “Are we…? Are we doing the thing again?”
We’d played this game before, once or twice. I’d never known what it was about. I suspected that it was Dave being romantic.
Dave’s lips were parted. He slowly, pointedly, licked out at the tip of a fang before biting into his bottom lip.
“That’s a yes, is it?”
His eyelids lowered as he gave me a thorough, smouldering, up-and-down body scan.
I returned the favour, and grinned. If we were doing the thing, I was about to have some fun.
Because the ‘thing’ meant he wouldn’t come into the house without an explicit invitation.
And I was going to make it very explicit.
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Ipopped the top button of my jeans and slowly unzipped.
Dave’s dark gaze flicked up and he lifted his chin with a low grunt of demand.
I shook my head. We were on my timetable now.
His eyes narrowed on mine and his biceps tightened as he gripped the wood hard enough that it creaked.
“Don’t you break my door,” I told him.
He flared his nostrils at me, gripped even tighter, and shifted his hips in my direction, tilting his pelvis in case I hadn’t spotted the enormous erection that was pointing at my face like it was his own personal true north.
“You’ve already had your fun. This is Joe’s fun time.”
I wished I hadn’t said it like that. Not just because it made me sound like an arsehole, but because he immediately echoed my name back to me. While his range was truly operatic, his vocabulary as far as human speech went had topped out at four recognisable words in regular rotation—Joe, Jerry, andyou dick.
He only sang one of those words. Thankfully, it was my name.
There were many ways he could sing it. All of them were devastating to my composure. Right now, it was a silvery pulse of sound with a red-hot edge that vibrated over every inch of my skin and almost dropped me to my knees.
He gave me a smug look and followed it up with another demanding grunt, rippling his beautiful body in the open doorway.
I stiffened my spine, locked my trembling knees, and pushed my jeans down to my thighs, taking my boxers along for the ride.
His breath caught in his throat.
“See something you like?” I said.
He panted.
