“You look cute. And clean,” he joked.
“I love the double shower heads in the bathroom. They’re amazing.”
He’d splurged in the guest bathroom when he’d remodeled the old house. Now he was happy he had. “I’m glad you enjoyed them.”
They stood within reach of each other. The electrical pull between them had each of them taking a barely noticeable step closer to the other. Close enough that Danny reached out and cupped her cheek. With a thumb, he caressed the soft skin. Touching her face wasn’t enough. He had to have her close.
With his free arm, he snaked it around her back and drew her to him. Tight against his chest, where he felt her breasts. The heat of her body sent pulses of desire snaking through him. He had to kiss her. Feel her lips against his.
It only took a moment to act on that need. He held her face with his palm on her jaw and leaned down to gently touch his lips to hers. He wanted to devour her but forced himself to go slowly. His mouth moved over hers. With his tongue, he traced the fullness of her soft lips, teasing them apart. His tongue entered her mouth, and she welcomed him while he explored with slow seductive strokes.
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Moira was in a haze. A sexually induced haze. Danny’s lips on hers almost knocked her to her knees they were so tantalizing. And being so close…. She reached up to slide her arms around his neck and rubbed her body against his while he made love to her mouth.
When he lifted his head, she gazed in his eyes, watching the hues shift in his whiskey-colored eyes with the darkness of desire overtaking them.
Groaning, Danny smothered her lips with his, kissing with a ferociousness she couldn’t define. Nor did she care to. This kiss fired every nerve in her body, and she didn’t want it to stop. While demanding, it was also loving and gentle. One wouldn’t think the three could be combined, but Danny Franks had mastered that feat.
Maybe tonight they’d make love. With the fever he lit in her body, she hoped so. He’d moved the slowest of anyone she’d ever dated. Granted, they hadn’t actually been dating, but they were something. Something that pulled at her heart strings. Tugged hard at them. But she couldn’t get tied down with someone here when she could go home soon. Danny said they had the goods on Boyle. That meant he’d be arrested and she’d be safe.
Then she thought about the tape she’d recorded. The conversation she hadn’t been able to make out until Justin played it back. Maybe it’d be longer, but she’d get to go home and that was the point of it all.
It meant she could have fun with Danny, but she couldn’t do something stupid like fall in love.
He’d pulled back from their kiss and watched her. “My room or yours?” he asked in a low voice that danced through her.
Without hesitation, she responded, “Yours.”
That seemed to please him, and he turned her around and led them to the stairs for the second floor, where the bedrooms were located. It occurred to her that it was odd that Justin hadn’t stayed the night like before, but now she was glad he hadn’t. She might not have been this free around Danny with him nearby. Not this early in what they had.
When they arrived at his room, she stood for a moment and took it all in, before she turned to him and pulled her pajama top off. She dropped the Scooby-Doo embellished item to the floor and reached for her PJ bottoms.
His hand stopped her. “There’s no hurry,” he said in an almost hoarse voice. Lust had gotten to him like it had her. How could he not want to jump in bed and get to it? Her body was an inferno for him. She didn’t need all the foreplay. There’d been plenty of that over the last couple days when they’d been around each other.
She gasped when one of his hands cupped her breast. In reaction, she moved forward, pushing it closer in his grasp.
With his other hand, he ran it up her arm, before sliding back down again, then moving it around her back and drawing her close, her breast still caught in his hand. Being this tight against him made her want it all even faster. She’d never learned to slow down lovemaking. Most men preferred to avoid the foreplay and do the deed. She’d always taken her cues from them.
Now, this man was loving her, and she couldn’t wait for what else he planned. Any ideas of rushing evaporated when his lips crushed against hers in a hard kiss, a continuation of the one they’d shared downstairs. This one demanded her response, demanded she give over to him all that she was… at least for the night. Willingly, she kissed him back with her silent agreement to acquiesce and enjoy the loving but not rush to the finish.
They broke apart, and he stepped back a half step, giving himself room for the hand with her breast. His other hand slid up and they both molded the breasts to his hands. With each thumb mimicking the other, he flicked her taut nipples. He dipped his head and took one nipple in his mouth, sending ripples of pleasure through her.
Her moan slipped out and she closed her eyes to the excitement in her body. Her hands reached for the hem of his shirt to draw it off him. He lifted his mouth for a brief moment, allowing her to remove his shirt.
She reached up and ran her hands up and down his naked chest through the light brown curls. He had a magnificent physique. She knew he hit the gym daily, mostly to be in shape for his job. She enjoyed the benefit of it. Hard muscles, sleek lines, and no fat defined his torso.
Lifting his
