Page 65 of Loverboy
Oh, geez. Look at that.
That was all us,my hormones confess.But isn’t this fun?
“Fine,” I say sharply. “I’m in. But now will you stop talking?” Since my hand is already in the neighborhood, I rub my palm down over his erection.
His answering growl thrills me. Then he lifts my hair in his hand, bends his handsome face down, and begins making sweet love to my neck.
It’s…wow. I shiver as his lips and tongue trace a path across my throat. Then his hands reach around to cup my ass, pulling me flush against his hard, hot body. There's no mistaking his intention, or his arousal. And when he lifts his head to kiss me again, l let out a shameless moan.
Who knew I was such a pushover? Each kiss makes me looser and more pliable. Like pastry dough in capable hands.
“Honey,” Gunnar rumbles. “Let’s get you onto the bed.”
“No,” I say, because I don't like how easily he's won me over. At least from the neck down.
“Cool, cool,” he says between kisses. “Maybe you want to hop up on the counter. Or maybe you’re hoping I’ll bend you over the couch.”
Ungh. Yes, please.Do us on the couch!
“Here's the thing, though,” Gunnar pauses while his mouth takes an erotic journey across my collar bone, and my skin erupts in goosebumps. “The condoms are in the bedroom.”
“Oh,” I gasp. Suddenly his bedroom sounds like a good plan. “Okay.”
He doesn’t take my hand and lead me in there, however. That’s what a gentleman would do. Gunnar bends his knees, hoists me off the floor and tosses me over his bare shoulder. My shoes fall off and land with twin thuds on the floor.
I’m so startled that it takes me a moment to let my shriek of outrage fly. All I can see from this angle is the floor moving, and Gunnar’s butt.
It’s a spectacular butt. Still, I prefer to travel under my own power. A moment later the ride is over, though. He tosses me onto a giant bed, and I land ungracefully in the center of his comforter.
I glance around at the huge room. It’s such a bachelor pad, with nothing on the walls except for a framed poster of the original Matrix movie. One wall, though, is covered from floor to ceiling in bookshelves. And every one of them is full of books.
My heart beats a little faster. I love a man who reads. Itrusta man who reads. And not justGolf Digest, either, like my ex.
When I glance back toward Gunnar, his tuxedo pants are already missing. Then he hooks his thumbs in the waistband of his briefs and pushes themrightoff. The most gorgeous naked man that I have ever seen in my life is stalking toward me, his erection jutting up and out. He means business. He wants me.
Oh boy, my hormones whisper.It’s finally happening.Gunnar Scott is going to do us.Right now.
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Gunnar
I puta knee onto the bed, bracing myself on my hands, and take in Posy’s expression. Her lips are bitten with my kisses, and the pulse point at her throat flutters wildly. She’s a little bit stunned, and a whole lot turned on.
I’m done holding back. She and I have been dancing around each other for way too long.
And I’ve had it with this whole stupid night. I’m relieved that Posy finally knows the truth.
Hours ago—which seems like another lifetime—she finally got over her hesitation to go slumming with a guy like me. I couldn’t believe that she asked me to dinner and I had to say no, for so many reasons.
I’ve had it with a lot of those reasons, too. My life is seriously complicated. And thanks to me, so is Posy’s. Whenever I picture her standing right in front of a violent criminal, I feel cold all over.
But she’s safe right now. And I’m going to pretend for an hour or two that everything isn’t a goddamn mess. I’m going to reduce the evening to a simple equation that both Posy and I can understand. Her plus me on this bed.
“Paxton,” I bark. “You’re thinking too hard again.”
“No, I’m not,” she argues automatically.
“Okay, prove it.”
