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“Yup. Pammy. She’s adorable. They seem totally smitten.” Chris put her iPod on shuffle, since she hadn’t been able to decide on the perfect music for her mood. Because she hadn’t even been able to decide what her mood was. “I haven’t seen Bodie since we had dinner.”
“Speaking of which, I made us a reservation for tonight at Ciopinot in San Luis Obispo. Fantastic seafood place. Sorry you won’t be with Bodie again, but...”
“Oh, yeah, that’ll be tough, but I’ll struggle through it. Thank you, Zac. It sounds wonderful.” Except... “Do we have time for a drink first?”
“We do.” He smiled suggestively. “Quite a bit of time. The reservation isn’t until eight, which leaves us about two hours.”
“Two hours of drinking?” She blinked sweetly. A Rubén Blades salsa number started up, filling the room with spirited, sensual sound. Almost unconsciously Chris started moving her hips to the beat. “Is that a good idea?”
“Oh, no.” He took a step toward her, watching her shimmy with an oh-baby smile curving his lips. “Two hours of drinking is a terrible idea.”
“I thought so.” She kept dancing, feeling herself heat up at his prowling approach. “What could we do instead? Any ideas?”
“Oh, Chris.” He sent her an incredibly sexy look. “Way, way too many.”
“Hmm.” She felt a sudden burst of happiness and an unexpected sense of power. Where that came from, she had no idea, but in a sudden fit of who-cares optimism, she decided to stop angsting and analyzing and just go with it. “Maybe I can help you narrow those down.”
“I’d appreciate anything you can do.”
“I’ll start here.” She unbuttoned two buttons of her blouse, increasing the side-to-side motion of her hips in time to the music, wishing she’d worn something she could rip off...until she noticed how intently Zac was watching her.
Instinctively, her fingers slowed down. She felt the smooth plastic of each button, felt it give when the hole stretched wide enough to set it free. Felt the brush of material over her skin as the shirt loosened and slipped off.
“Yeah.” He pointed. “Yeah, I like that idea.”
“I have more,” she whispered. She unhooked her bra, releasing her breasts, nipples emerging into the cooler air.
“I really like that one.” He was unbuttoning his own shirt, white woven cotton with a thin blue stripe. Under it he wore a soft, sleeveless undershirt that showed off his well-defined arms. Chris loved those arms around her, loved their power and the way they held her tightly against him. “How’s this?”
“Very nice.”
The brass section started a spirited solo. Zac’s undershirt came off, stripped from the bottom up, slowly revealing his nicely muscled abdomen and chest, smooth and tempting to her fingers and tongue.
Not yet. She wanted to wait longer, to be even hungrier for him.
She kicked off one sandal, then the other. One-two, one-two.
He stepped out of his shoes and pulled off his socks. One-two-three-four.
The band let loose; Chris unfastened the waistband of her skirt and let it slide to the floor.
Zac unzipped his fly, rescued a condom from his pocket and held it between his teeth, giving her a fierce raised-eyebrow look that made her giggle.
One-ha! Two-ha!
Keeping his spirit of melodrama, she shimmied out of her panties, paused with them high over her head, and flung them across the room, encouraged by the conga drums.
Naked, one-two, and—attack!
They came together in the middle of the room in an embrace that nearly knocked them both over, kissing frantically, half laughing, half deranged with lust.
Chris turned her mind off, letting herself drown in the physical sensations, the style and rhythm of the music, the warmth of his mouth, the smooth, wonderful feel of his skin against hers, chest to knee, the sexy aftershave-enhanced smell of that skin. His impressive erection prodded her lower belly, making it clear how much he wanted her.
She wanted him, too, more than just today and tomorrow, more than just once in a while.
They moved toward the bedroom and fell onto the bed, twisting around so Chris was on top. Hands over her head, she straddled his erection, gyrating to the music, flinging her head around, letting the beat completely take her over.
