Christ. The woman had some serious definition. His mouth watered.
Fisting her shirt, he paused just beneath her breasts. For a moment, his eyes met hers. He gave her the chance to call a time out but her mesmerizing baby-blues were sure, and liquid with heat.
Obviously anxious to get a move on, she reached for the shirt and tugged it over her head. Draping it around his neck, she used it like a rope to pull him in for another kiss.
Her sweet scent filled his senses and he hooked his hands beneath her ass and lifted.
Her thighs closed around his hips and she breathed his name. It'd been years since a woman had called his name during sex. Close to twelve, if he had to make a wager. Somewhere along the way, he'd taken the nickname Boomer, and everyone had called him that, even Vanessa.
But as he licked at the hollow of Sabrina's throat, he realized why this felt so different. So intimate.
She'd known him when. She'd known him best, better than anyone since. She'd known him as the rambunctious five-year-old, her pal who'd rolled in the dirt with her, the one who'd rescued her marmalade kitten from Mrs. Beachman's apple tree.
The history between them threatened to consume him and extinguish the fire.
As if sensing the change, the thoughts, Sabrina trailed her palm down his abs and worked her fingertips into the waistband of his jeans.
That did the trick.
His cock wasn't about to be quieted by memories, not when it was so damned ready to make new ones.
If she kept up that little quest, he'd be shooting his load before he had a chance to finish getting her undressed.
“Stop, sweetheart.”
His voice sounded much more even and calm than he felt. Inside, everything was on a low boil. How he managed to not strip her pants off and take her right here in the hallway was a mystery.
Luckily, he kept the blinds closed when he was out, and he didn't have to worry about the prying eyes of neighbors. Seamus was a good guy, a great neighbor, but he was a man and he had eyes in his head. David wouldn't put it past him to have noticed Sabrina pull up. He’d probably want to sneak a peek.
“Why?” she whispered against his lips.
“Been awhile. Want to last.”
Sabrina Duncan could never be a quick lay, the scratch to an itch.
Her hand stopped but she didn't move it. His dick strained for her touch. Sweat gathered at the back of his neck and he was doubly thankful he’d washed off the body makeup. Using his hips to hold her in place, he took her hands in his and laced their fingers.
“You're so damned beautiful.”
They stared at each other in the dim light for another moment. Was it his imagination or did her eyes get glossy?
“You've turned out pretty well yourself.”
“Yeah?”
“All those muscles,” she said, sounding a little hoarse as her eyes traced his shoulders and chest, “are pretty impressive. If you must know.”
David tipped his head back and laughed. The full body rumble felt exquisite, almost better than kissing the beautiful woman in his arms. Almost.
He tipped his forehead against hers. No matter how much he'd ached, regardless of the pain he'd felt after she'd shut him out, his relief was transcendent. She could still make him laugh at the drop of a hat. Even in the middle of the most passionate experience he'd had in years.
“What's so funny?”
“You. Damn, I've missed you, Mouse.”
“I've missed you.”
The admission didn't sooth him as it should have. If anything, it made the gnawing ache surrounding his heart return.
“Then—”
He bit the words off. Now wasn't the time.
Pushing the questions away, he pinned her hands against the door above her head. The movement lifted her breasts and he stared down at the full mounds straining against the sexy black bra.
“Then what?”
“Nothing.”
Her nipples poked against the silky fabric, begging for his lips.
“Tell me.”
“You want to talk?” He blew a stream of hot air against her chest and then traced the left cup of her bra with his tongue. “Now?”
“You can do two things at once. I have faith.”
“You give me too much credit, sweetheart.”
Once he was locked on a target, he stayed focused.
He could tell by the way her breasts lifted and she huffed out a sigh that her temper was rising.
“David Jameson, so help me.”
He laughed again and moved to her right breast.
“Don't make me use your middle name.”
“Stop talking.”
“Make me.”
The stubborn words hung in the air between them as he straightened. Her lips were pursed in a sexy little pout that begged for his kiss.
“With pleasure.”
He let go of her hands and wrapped his arms around her waist. Without letting her down, he turned for the bedroom. For a moment he debated tossing her on the bed but didn't want to be separated for a second.
Following her body down with his own, he stared deep into her eyes. Then he claimed her lips in a kiss that stole his breath. She moved beneath him, against him, as her hands roamed.
She shoved his shirt down his shoulders and arched her back. The sexy little sounds rumbling up her throat drove him wild. Sliding his hands beneath her back, he fought the clasps of her bra.
He had to know what she looked like, to see if the fantasy matched the reality. Only when he'd tugged the offending garment from her body did he come up for air and study his work.
Reality surpassed fantasy.
Laying against the soft blue linens, she looked like a dream. Milk chocolate skin, hair fanned over his pillow, full breasts with tight nipples and that waist. He slid his hands up her sides, delighting in her hourglass figure.
She obviously worked hard for
