“This is the mudroom.” He opened one of the doors in front of her to uncover an oversized washing machine.
Well, of course it was. “Your laundry room is bigger than my entire place.”
When he didn’t say anything, she glanced over. The suit-and-glasses combination felled her every time. The way his hair brushed over his forehead. Those shoulders. So sexy and smart, and when he smiled she melted. Actually felt her bones disintegrate.
That couldn’t be normal.
“I have to admit I don’t spend a lot of time in here.” He touched a button on his cell and the lights in the hallway came on.
That was a sexy trick. The kind of thing to turn a girl’s head. Well, this one’s anyway. She loved the idea of conveniences that made life easier. Maybe one day she’d have one or two. Right now she had a burned-out lightbulb over her bathroom mirror that she was too lazy to change. Someone should create a phone app for that.
“Because you have people who clean your clothes.” She did have a hard time imagining him standing in there folding his underwear.
“Yeah.”
“Really?” Well, damn. She was joking. “Is that person here now?”
“She doesn’t live here.”
“On a different topic.” Because she refused to dwell on his wealth and the wide gap between them. “It’s nice to know you can learn.”
“Do I want to know what that means?”
He steered her into the hall and toward the front of the house. They passed the open staircase on the left and walked into a room with books lining the shelves and a huge desk set up near the window. Her high heels clicked against the hardwood, then she stepped onto plush carpeting.
She stopped in front of the fireplace and fingered the framed photos stretching along the mantel. “You called twice this afternoon.”
“I also scheduled an emergency meeting earlier than I normally would and moved another until tomorrow to make sure I’d be free tonight and we could meet.” He leaned against the side of the blue leather couch and crossed his arms in front of him.
“Which is why you are going to get very lucky tonight.” She looked through the open doorway to the room beyond. One space ran into the other. The next one had a sectional sofa the size of a truck and two wall-mounted televisions to match. “This is one house?”
“A town house.”
“I’m familiar with the term.” She felt his eyes on her as she moved around the room and gazed out the front windows, through the trees to the paved patio out front. “My point was you live in a stinking big house.”
“I’m not sure how to respond to that.”
She heard the flatness of his voice and went to him. Stood so the pointy toes of her uncomfortable shoes touched his dressy ones. “You tell me you work hard and it’s just a thing. Things don’t matter.”
“All that is true.” He opened his legs and dropped his arms. Didn’t pull her in but seemed more approachable than he did a second ago. “Do you want to see the rest of the place?”
Well, if he wasn’t going to make a move, she would.
“You mean your bedroom?” Resting her hands on his shoulders, she stepped in close until his body cocooned hers and his fingers went to her hips.
He shot her one of those panty-dropping sexy smiles. “I’m a little classier than that. I can show you the dining room first.”
“That’s very hot.”
“Yes, you are.” His hand brushed over her hips then down to cup her ass. “The dress is—”
“All I’m wearing.” The strangling sound from his throat had her biting back a smile. “Was that a guh I heard?”
“Pretty much.”
Wrapping her arms around his neck, she leaned in until her chest rested against his. “I’m not wearing anything other than a spray of perfume under this.”
He stood up fast enough to pick her feet off the floor. In the next beat, his mouth found her neck and he started walking her backward toward the staircase. “Maybe we will go look at the bedroom.”
Intense panic hit her out of nowhere. Her fingers tightened as she worked up the nerve to ask. “Did you live here with your ex-wife?”
In the middle of maneuvering her into the entry hall. His mouth, his hands, his feet. Everything stopped moving. “A hint here. Bringing up Lena is a sure way to kill the mood.”
Kyra pulled back and searched his face. His expression, so heated and sexy a second ago, had closed up. “I didn’t ask for her phone number.”
“That’s a good thing.”
Kyra slipped the whole way out of his arms but kept the contact by wrapping her fingers around his forearms. “Good grief, you’re clueless.”
He blinked a few times. “Wait, you think I’m—”
She tapped a finger against his forehead. “Do you really not know what I’m asking?”
“When did you ask a question?”
She fixed him with an eye roll then because he clearly deserved it. “Are you going to screw me in the bed where you slept with your wife?”
The tension drained from his face and his shoulders fell back down to a normal level. “Ah, now I see.”
“I would hope, since I just spelled it out for you.”
When Kyra tried to pull away, he caught her around the waist and tugged her back against him. “Lena never lived here. I bought this place after the divorce.”
“Let me guess, this was after you gave her the house you lived in while you were married.” Kyra dropped a quick kiss on his mouth because if true, then he really wasn’t a dick.
“Have you been reading my divorce papers?”
“No.” She assumed from his reaction her guess was an accurate one. “And for the record that sounds like a horrible way to spend time.”
“You should have tried living it.”
Kyra broke his hold around her waist and headed for the bottom step of the towering staircase. “Nah, women aren’t my thing.”
“Can we stop talking about my ex now?” He stopped just below her, with his hand on the big wooden knob at the base of the railing.
“Please.” Kyra looked up and saw where the top of the staircase turned and what looked like fancy paintings on the walls. She could only imagine what goodies he kept squirreled away up there. “I believe you said something about a whirlpool.”
“I also promised you dinner.”
She took his hand as she took another step. “That’s cute, but I guarantee you I’m a sure thing tonight, food or not.”
“I’m not a complete animal.” But he followed her until they’d both gone three steps, him one below her.
“Uh-huh.” She tugged on the zipper running down her side and starting under her left arm, lowering it just an inch. “I’m guessing that big fancy tub is up here.”
At the zipping sound, his gaze went to her breasts then to her hand. “You’re making it hard for me to act with decorum.”
She pulled it down another inch, letting the teeth click as she went up another step. “Why would you want to do that?”
“I can be chivalrous. You know, not invite a woman over and guide her right upstairs to the bed.” He ruined the Boy Scout speech by putting his palms outside her knees and drawing her dress up to mid-thigh.
“Hmm.”
He stood just below her as his fingers skimmed up the back of one leg then touched her ass. “What are you thinking?”
“We seem to have a misunderstanding.”
His finger slipped closer to the spot she craved his touch. Ran over her, never pushing inside. Somehow she kept her balance. Grabbing for the railing helped.
Then his finger trailed over her again, ignoring the invitation when she opened her legs even farther. “How so?”
“The one thing I don’t need is you being all proper.” Fumbling and fighting her racing pulse, sh
e got the zipper the whole way down.
“What do you want me to be?” He pressed a kiss against her stomach through the dress. The next one touched skin as he found the opening of her zipper.
“Dirty.”
“Oh, I can do dirty.” He dragged his tongue over her skin, up her side, and didn’t stop until he kissed the underside of her breast.
Air hiccupped in her lungs and got trapped there. “Then we’d better find that tub.”
He took another step until they shared the same step. “Bed first.”
His legs straddled hers and she would have fallen backward if he hadn’t wrapped his arms around her and balanced her body against his. He kissed her then. Deep and so smoking hot her feet left the ground. She covered him, clung to him, as his mouth traveled over hers and her breath expired.
When she tipped her head back, desire clouded her gaze. Need wrapped around her and the heat of his body seeped into hers.
God, she wanted him. “Get us there.”
The rest of the trip up the stairs blurred. Walls flipped by her. She saw a chest . . . in the hallway. The idea they were wide enough to hold furniture barely registered as he turned the corner and kept going until he reached the room at the end of the hall.
He hit the switch with his elbow and soft white lights flooded the bedroom in a soft glow. She took in the huge space—was that a couch?—right before the room spun and her back hit the bed. Her dress bunched up high on her hips and twisted the top of her dress until a breast peeked out.
Then he loomed over her with his face right above hers. He’d somehow lost his jacket but his white shirt stood out in the low light. “Hello.”
His deep voice washed over her. She reached up to touch his cheek because not touching him proved impossible. A slight brush of stubble scratched her fingertips. Thinking about him all scruffy had her insides winding nice and tight.
She touched the tip of his glasses. “Any chance you can keep these on while you slide all over me?”
“I can see all of you just fine without them.”
That was cute. Adorable, really. Like this wasn’t about her objectifying him. “Yeah, I was thinking more for me than you.”
“Explain that.”
“I’m intrigued by how sexy you are in them.” She hooked her leg around one of his and brought him in even tighter. “If you’re afraid of smashing them or having them fall off, I can fix that.”
“Do tell.”
She gave his chest a gentle shove and pushed her body against his. They rolled until his back hit the mattress. In perfect rhythm her legs shifted and she straddled his hips. His erection pushed against her and the satisfied look in his eyes said he approved of her solution.
Taking his hands in hers, she pinned his arms to the bed. “I want to ride you.”
“Do it soon.”
She lowered her upper body over his, letting her hair swing down and over his chest. “We have to get you undressed first.”
“I can be naked and inside you in two seconds.”
“I think we can manage a bit more finesse than that.” But not if she didn’t get moving. The bulge under her thigh told her he was ready to go. Hell, so was she.
“I’m all yours.”
That was so sweet she took the time to treat him to a lingering kiss that had his head lifting off the bed when she tried to break it off. With a hand on his chest, she pressed him back down and went to work on his tie. She’d just slipped it off when she felt his hand on her hip.
She shook her head. “Nuh-uh. I want your arms on the bed.”
The smile he shot her generated enough energy to power the house. “Yes, ma’am.”
Well, wasn’t that sexy.
She opened his shirt, button by button, placing a kiss on each inch of skin she revealed. Watching his chest rise and fall and seeing his open palms against the bed nearly did her in. He radiated confidence but he forfeited the lead to her, giving her control over his body. And she loved every second of it.
“You should be naked.” He didn’t move. Just made the comment as he watched her hands travel over him.
“You’re right.” Taking her time, drawing it out, she shifted her hips and scooted around as she dragged her dress up on her hips, then over her stomach to her shoulders and off.
His gaze wandered all over her, stopping on her breasts then dropping to the space between her legs. “You really were naked under there.”
“My gift to you.”
“I’m hoping it’s the gift that keeps on giving.” There was nothing subtle about the heated look or the way his fingers flexed.
“Now you want me to strip?”
“All the fucking time.”
She half expected to see steam rise off the mattress. The friction of his pants against her bare skin and burning stare combined to light her nerve endings on fire. “Let’s get you out of these pants and inside me.”
When she unbuckled his belt and slid down his zipper, his head came off the mattress. His hands didn’t move but his body trembled. It was as if his muscles ached to take over.
Not happening. She shook her head. “Not yet.”
He groaned and flopped back down. “Faster.”
Of course that made her slow down even more. She slipped her hands under his hips and worked the pants and briefs over his ass and down. With every inch she uncovered, she stopped to place a kiss on his skin. His stomach. The base of his cock. The top of his thighs. By the time she reached his knees his body shook.
“You’re killing me,” he ground out.
She smiled against his calf then finished the delicious unveiling. “That’s the idea.”
Making sure to give him a show, she moved down the bed and bent over in front of him. Pulling his shoes and socks off, she treated him to a long look at her breasts. Even stopped to touch them while he watched.
The noise he made sounded a lot like a growl. “Oh, come on.”
She glanced up and saw he’d raised his body up on his elbows. She knew her time for running the show was almost up. “Condoms?”
“Nightstand.” He motioned with his head.
She stood at the end of the bed and gave him her best you’re-not-listening glare. “Lie back down.”
He didn’t move. “Are you going to climb back on top of me if I do?”
The man insisted on negotiating everything. It’s as if he couldn’t help himself. “Only if you’re a good boy.”
He wiggled his eyebrows. “I thought you wanted me to be dirty.”
“That would make you a very good boy.”
He dropped back so fast she was surprised he didn’t bounce against the mattress. To reward him, she took long strides around the bed and bent over, giving him a nice shot of her ass.
“You are so damn beautiful.” His gaze traveled down to her legs. “Every last inch of you.”
She took a minute to return the favor and look him over. From the broad chest to the flat stomach to the muscled legs. For a man who spent most of his days behind a desk he took care of himself.
And she couldn’t ignore the very impressive part of him. “I can see your appreciation.”
He lifted his hips off the mattress. “I’ve pretty much been in this state since you made your offer in the club.”
“That must have made work difficult.” She plucked a packet out of the drawer and dropped it on his chest.
“Why do you think I kept tracking you down and running my hands up your skirt?”
She crawled on top of him, throwing a leg over him and going slow as she brushed her skin over his. “Every time I put on underwear I think of you.”
She ran her hands over his arms until her fingers threaded through his. In this position, her hair drifted over him and her mouth met his. The kiss blew through her, grabbed her and took hold. She felt
him in every cell and wanted him with every part of her.
When she lifted her head, his expression was almost pained and his breathing unsteady. “Two things.”
She had to smile at the shake in his voice. “Go ahead.”
“Stop wearing underwear when you’re near me.” He lifted his head and gave her a hard fast kiss. “And put me inside you. Now.”
“What if I’m not ready?” She so was. Wet and hot and churning inside.
“Touch yourself.”
His gruff voice sent her heartbeat racing. “You are very dirty tonight.”
“With you, all the time.” He nuzzled her neck. “I want to watch.”
She rolled the condom over him, loving the way his eyes closed and his body flinched when she took advantage and squeezed her hand around him. “You are so ready.”
“Yes, now it’s your turn.” His voice cracked.
Lifting up on her knees, she crawled up higher on his body, making sure he had a great view for the show. Straddling his stomach, she opened her legs nice and wide and slid a finger through her wetness. Back and forth, over and over, until her hips jerked.
His skin flushed and his hands balled into fists next to his head. “Slip it inside.”
She didn’t pretend to be confused. Two fingers slid around her clit before one plunged deep inside. Her body moved in time with the pumping and her head fell back. The touch felt so freeing.
“Fuck. That’s it.”
She opened her eyes in time to see him come off the mattress and put his arms around her. With a spin, she landed on her back and he pulled her arms over her head. Fingers slid through hers as his cock skimmed along her wetness.
“I can’t wait.” The words came out of him on heavy pants.
She couldn’t deny him. Didn’t want to. “Do it.”
When he still waited, she slipped her legs around him and dug a heel into his back. The man had the ultimate green light and he did not waste it. He rubbed against her, then entered her in one long stroke. She’d barely adjusted to his size when he slipped out and plunged in again.
She grabbed onto his shoulders. Her body accepted his as he pushed in and out. The bed moved under the force of the thrusts. Their bodies rocked back and forth on the comforter. He kissed her neck, squeezed her fingers and angled his hips until her vision blurred.
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