“I’ve moved,” she told him once they were in his car. “I live on the northwest side now.”
She gave him her address and he programmed it into the GPS before he pulled out into the street. They said nothing on the drive to her place, as if saying something might disturb or damage the fragile atmosphere between them.
“You bought a house?” he asked, pulling into her driveway.
“I like owning my own place.”
“You’re pretty far out thought, aren’t you?” He looked around, obviously see the rural nature of the little community.
“It’s what I wanted. Besides there are things I like to do that I can’t do in an apartment or a condo.”
He chuckled. “Like what? Wild monkey sex?”
She batted his arm. “You know better than that. No, for one thing, I like to hang my clothes out to dry on a line.”
“You don’t have a dryer like very one else on the planet?”
“What for? I like my clothes to smell of fresh air. Using fabric softener isn’t quite the same thing. I like the smell of sunshine and the breeze and—“
“Okay, okay.” He threw up his hands. “How did I never know this about you?”
“There are a lot of things you never knew about me.” Then, before they could get into a discussion that would break the mood, she opened her door and climbed out of the car. “Come on. Let’s go inside.”
She had left a small lamp lit in the living room, giving a soft glow to the room. She looked around at the comfortable furniture she’d chosen and wondered what Noah thought about it. Then there was no time to think as he swung her around to face him and took her in a kiss that made the earlier one feel like a chaste peck. He threaded his fingers through her hair, holding her head firmly in place while he plundered her mouth like a starving man. His tongue was a wild thing, thrust and sweeping and licking, drawing her own into his mouth and scraping it lightly with his teeth. The kiss went on and on until she had no breath left yet still she didn’t want it to stop.
Finally Noah lifted his head, the expression in his eyes hot and demanding.
“Which way is the bedroom?”
She pointed toward a short hallway. “The door at the end.”
He swept her up in his arms and carried her into her bedroom where he set her beside the bed. The room was dark but he seemed to have no trouble finding either the bed or the little light on the nightstand. He turned it on then stepped back and looked Randi over from head to toe. She shivered beneath the intensity of his gaze.
For a brief moment she panicked, wondering how she could let herself fall into this trap allover again. Nothing had changed. For all she knew, Noah still felt the same way about where she worked and where he lived. They certainly hadn’t taken the time for any deep discussion.
Maybe that was just the way it was supposed to be. And maybe they would just have this one night If so, she planned to take full advantage of it. It would be a better memory than the one of the last time they were together.
Chapter 5
“You have too many clothes on.” His voice was rough with need. “I need to do something about that.”
He peeled off her ever-present blazer and tossed it to the side, not even looking or apparently caring where it landed. Then, slowly, as if unveiling a present, he tugged her tank top from the waistband of her jeans and eased it in increments up and over her head. She lifted her arms to help him, wondering if he could tell she was trembling.
With the tank gone his eyes focused on the lace and satin bra she wore. With the tip of one finger he traced the line of her collarbone then dropped to the upper swells of her breasts. His fingertip just ghosted over her skin, setting up another little ripple of shivers.
“Look at me, Randi,” he commanded. “Can you see how much I want you?”
“Y-Yes.” She whispered the word.
“You want me, too.” A statement, not a question.
Oh, lord, did she want him. More than she would have thought possible.
“Your nipples are all swollen and hard,” he murmured, brushing his thumbs over them before taking them between thumb and forefinger and pinching them.
Heat shot straight to her pussy, the walls in spasm, and she could feel how soaked her panties were now.
“I want to touch you,” she half-whispered, unbuttoning his cotton shirt.
He helped her remove it then added it to the growing pile on the floor. Randi smoothed her hands over the hard wall of his chest, feeling the crispness of the scattering of dark curls.
She pressed a kiss to his breastbone, reveling in the clean masculine scent of him, the earthy touch of his aftershave. Everything about him just smelled so good. When she found his flat male nipples and scraped her fingernails over them the hiss of his indrawn breath was sharp in the otherwise silent room.
“My turn,” he said, unhooking her bar and tossing it.
His eyes flamed with hunger as he took in every inch of her naked breasts. Then, cupping both of them in his large palms, he lowered his head and took one of them in his mouth, drawing hard on it. She felt the pull clear to her core and had to grab his biceps to hold herself steady, her legs were shaking so badly. He turned his attention to the other one, taking the first one between thumb and
