“A very bad thing. A terrible, horrible, awful thing.”
“Is there anything I can do to make my being on your mind a good thing?” One-night stands weren’t something I did, not anymore, but I’d made up my mind—I’d do it, or rather, I’d do him. Sex with the enemy could be a gigantic mistake, but I didn’t care. Not one bit.
“I can think of a few things.” One at a time, he kissed my fingertips. “This wasn’t supposed to happen. But I can’t help myself. You’re too fucking sexy to resist.”
I sucked in a breath and sat on the mattress beside him. “Then what are we waiting for?”
“Nothing.” He eased me onto my back and gazed at me, his heavy-lidded eyes filled with lust. “I’ve imagined this moment all day.” He placed soft kisses on my neck, cheeks, and forehead. Everywhere but my lips.
Staying locked in this room with him forever wouldn’t be a hardship, but if he didn’t kiss me soon, I would jump on top of him and pin him to the bed. The lust monster beating on my chest was ready to break through.
My back bowed off the mattress, and a low moan sounded in my throat.
“Want something?” he asked.
“I’ll let you decide if I do or not.” Damn right I wanted something. I wanted—needed—him to rip my clothes off and kiss my nipples, my stomach, and then lower. But, oh, no, Mr. Patient had something else on his mind. He’d taunt and tease me until I lost my sanity. Maybe if I begged him, he’d do something other than torture me.
“Was this your plan all along?” I asked. “Drive me insane and have me committed so you can take over?”
He chuckled against my neck. The sound sending vibrations through every cell in my body. “A little frustrated?”
“We’ve shared a bed. You’ve kissed me a few times. And it’s been a long time since I… well, since whatever. So, yeah, I’m a little frustrated, and you aren’t doing anything to help unfrustrate me.”
“Tell me what’ll unfrustrate you?”
I laughed to hide my embarrassment. “What? No way. I don’t even know you.”
“And yet, here you are.” Dipping his head, he swiped the tip of his tongue over my lips. “Do you want me to undress you?” Without waiting for an answer, he straddled my hips and pushed my sweater up and off, revealing a red lace bra. “As sexy and as festive as this is,” he said, running his fingertips down to the front-closing clasp, “it has to come off.” He unhooked the clasp and pushed the cups to one side. Whoever invented front-opening bras deserved a Nobel Prize.
“Beautiful.” He leaned down and brushed his lips over my nipples, and a satisfied moan fell from my mouth and ricocheted around the room. He stepped off the bed and stood between my splayed legs.
One touch from him, and I’d climax immediately. And climaxing was something I wanted to do again and again. I wrapped my legs around him and dug my heels into his thighs.
“So impatient.” He grinned, and with a flick of his wrist, he opened the button on my jeans and pulled down the zipper. “I can’t wait to bury my face between your legs and hear you scream my name.”
“That makes two of us.”
I lifted my hips from the bed, allowing him to peel off my jeans and soaked underwear in one go. Jittery nerves bounced through my body. Who knew the anticipation of having sex with a man I barely knew could be this intoxicating? This liberating?
“You should walk around naked all the time,” he said.
“Then they’d definitely lock me up and throw away the key. There you go again, trying to get me out of your way.”
His blue eyes twinkled. “Caught me.”
“Take your clothes off. It’s not fair that I’m naked and you’re not.”
“Is that what you want?”
“Stop teasing me.”
“Why would I stop teasing you?”
Reaching out, I ran my fingers along the waistband of his jeans. He sucked in a breath, and I shivered. Telling him what I wanted didn’t come easy, but showing him what I wanted did. He yanked his t-shirt over his head, and the musky scent of aftershave mingled with the scent of a man who’d worked hard all day infiltrated my senses.
“You smell like, God, I don’t even know what you smell like, but it’s amazing.”
“You think dust and sweat smell good?”
“On you they do.” My gaze lingered on his hard muscles, on his chest and ripped stomach. I glanced down to where his erection stretched the material of his faded jeans, straining for release.
“You’re still not naked enough.”
“Soon.” He pressed my legs open and reached down. His gentle caress sent arousal spiking through my veins.
He brushed his lips across my stomach, up to my breasts and down the midline of my body, teasing me again, arousing me even more. My nipples begged for his touch, but he ignored their peaked pleas for attention and instead pressed kisses along my upper thighs, completely ignoring my throbbing clit.
What did I have to do? Beg him again, because if that’s what it took, I would gladly get on my knees.
He made his way up my body and finally—finally—latched onto one of my nipples, drawing the tight bud into his mouth. He sucked and swirled his tongue, driving me wild. The warmth of his mouth on my breast mixed with the cold air drifting in from the open window chased goosebumps around my skin.
I scraped my hands through his hair and guided his mouth to my other nipple. Bliss. Pure, heavenly bliss. To add to my pleasure even more, he lowered a hand between my legs and pressed his fingertips against my clit.
My back curved, pushing my pelvis into his touch, asking for more.
