But Derek was lingering at her bedroom door, watching her. And she knew he was going to make sure dinner would have burned to a crisp if she’d put it in the oven.
“You coming in?” she prompted, hoping to move things along. Her body ached with the need to feel his hands on her.
“Just looking for a minute. Now when I talk to you on the phone, I’ll be able to picture you in this room. On that bed.”
“Get over here and you’ll be able to picture me naked on this bed.”
That got him moving, though he still wasn’t showing the sense of urgency she felt. She expected him to go straight to pulling her shirt over her head so he could get to the boobs, but he ran his thumb over her bottom lip.
“I love kissing you,” he said, his gaze fixed on her mouth. “I could happily do nothing but kiss you for an hour.”
“Don’t even think about it.” But he was thinking about it. She could see it in his eyes.
“Do you have us on a schedule? Was there an agenda for tonight written down in that planner of yours?”
“You know what it says in my planner because you made me write it.”
“Have great sex with Derek,” he said, and then his mouth curved into a wicked grin. “But a plan’s only as good as its execution. And the key to a successful execution is attention to detail.”
“Expediency is good.”
He shook his head. “It’s not good to rush things. You don’t want me to miss anything, do you?”
Though she had no doubt he was going to take as much time as he wanted teasing her, she could do a little teasing of her own. She pulled her shirt over her head, tossing it aside, and when Derek sucked in a ragged breath, she felt sexier than she ever had before.
“You’re cheating,” he said in a husky voice.
“I could put it back on.”
But his hands were on her already, running over the ivory lace to cup her breasts. “Nope. But I’m taking the jeans off of you myself.”
“I’m looking forward to it.”
She caught the flash of his grin before his mouth closed over hers again. His thumbs stroked her nipples through her bra while he kissed her, and she cupped the back of his neck with her hand before sliding her fingers up into his hair.
“Did I mention I could kiss you for hours?” he said against her lips.
“You can kiss me all you want as long as you can multitask.”
He lifted his head so she could see his amused expression. “What happened to the evils of multitasking?”
Tugging his shirt out of his jeans, she gave a guilty laugh. “Okay, it’s notalwaysa bad idea.”
His shirt joined hers on the floor and Olivia ran her hands over his broad chest as his mouth claimed hers again. Tongue dancing over hers, he kissed her harder and she scraped her fingernails over his taut back.
Her bra was next in the pile, and she sighed when his hands skimmed over her naked breasts. His hands felt rough against the soft skin—but not painfully so—and she moaned as his thumbs flicked over her sensitive nipples.
Reaching down, she popped the button on his jeans and smiled at the sound he made. He caught her bottom lip between his teeth for a few seconds before leaving a trail of hot kisses down her neck and chest. With his hands pressed against her back, he closed his mouth over her nipple and sucked hard enough to make her gasp as he backed her toward the bed.
Her knees hit the mattress and still he didn’t stop. He switched his attention to her other breast, licking and biting until she fisted her hand in his hair, which was just long enough to catch between her fingers.
He chuckled and paused long enough to slide his jeans down and pull them and his socks off. But when she unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans, he shook his head. “I told you I’m taking those off.”
Since he was standing there looking hard and delicious in nothing but snug gray boxer briefs, she wasn’t about to argue with him. But she wasn’t going to wait all night, either.
She didn’t have to. With her knees already against the bed, all he had to do was kiss her again and push her back onto the mattress. His hands were at her breasts and she stroked his back, her fingertips kneading the muscles that flexed as he moved.
Then he stood and took a step back, looking down at her with so much heat, she was surprised she didn’t burst into flames. He lifted one of her legs, running his hands down the denim until the black heel was in his hand.
