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When his lips pressed against mine, a buzz of desire ricocheted through me with startling awareness. Why were his kisses so freaking potent? I swear, his tongue was laced with an aphrodisiac because I latched on to it and immediately moved closer, needing more.
He fisted my hair in both his hands and backed me toward the sofa. When the backs of my knees hit the cushions, I began to lower myself, and he came with me most of the way until suddenly, he broke the kiss to pull back and study me. The moment my spine hit the couch with my hair splaying around my face, he grinned and set a knee between mine while burying one of his hands in my hair.
He began to lower himself on top of me before stopping a few inches from contact. His gaze fell to my mouth. “What’s your favorite movie?”
The question came out of nowhere, but I was still able to give the confused, breathless answer, “The Princess Bride. Why?”
With a grin, he shook his head and murmured, “No reason. Favorite color?”
“Blue. Light blue.” Was he going to play twenty questions or get back to kissing me?
As if reading my mind, he grinned and pecked the tip of my nose with his lips. “What’d you want to be when you were little?”
When his mouth moved to my cheek and then began to trail up my jaw toward my ear, I shivered. “Uh… A horse rider. Just someone who rode horses all day, you know. Until my dad bought me an actual pony, and I fell off it. Then I decided horses weren’t my thing, after all. But I still have my first pair of riding boots because, you know… Shoes.”
“Of course.” His chuckle vibrated through my throat as he kissed his way around to the back of my ear.
“But why shoes?” he wondered.
I clutched the back of his head as my toes curled because his tongue… On my earlobe… I swear, it shot bolts of pure energy out the ends of my feet.
“I…” Damn, what were we talking about? “I…I like knowing where I’ve been, where I want to go. I actually wanted to, oh God. That feels good.”
He repeated the motion, making me moan with pleasure, only to quietly press, “You actually wanted to what?”
What? Were we still talking?
I blinked up into his face when he pulled away to face me, waiting for my answer. Lord, how could I think about words and answers right now?
“You wanted to what?” he asked again.
Blushing hotly, I shook my head, but then confessed, “I wanted to keep your shoes. The high heels from the Halloween party. To remember our night by.”
“Then they’re yours,” he assured me, right before his mouth returned to mine.
Wanting to feel more of him, I smoothed my hands inside the front flaps of his coat and over the planes of his chest. Without breaking his lips from me, he shrugged the coat off and over his shoulders before throwing it off to the side. My fingers latched around his tie, smoothing its cloth through my fingers.
“You look really hot in a tie,” I said, loosening it from his neck. “Intimidating but hot.” He ducked his head, letting me pull it off him before I chucked that aside as well.
He quirked an eyebrow. “Intimidating?”
“Untouchable,” I explained, all the while running my palms over his chest and around under his arms to his back where I touched and petted to my heart’s content, gripping flesh and muscle through cotton. “Powerful.” Leaning in toward his ear, I whispered, “Knee-trembling.”
“No way. My tie made these knees tremble?” Breathing out a tantalized groan when I kissed his throat, he ran his hands down my thighs until he reached my knees. Then he sat up so he could twist his torso until he was relaxing against the backrest of the sofa with one of my legs draped over his lap and the other tucked behind him. He lifted my bent leg, exposing the skin through ripped cloth so he could lean in and press his lips directly to my skin. Then he stroked his fingers over my other knee as if apologizing for ever making it quake.
I went a little dizzy as his fingers slid down my calf and over my ankle where he began to loosen my shoes and pull them off.
I sat up, growing shy. “You’re not going to look at my feet, are you?”
He laughed. “Why? What’s wrong with your feet?” After removing both shoes, he tugged at my socks—one blue and green polka dots while the other sock was pink and purple striped.
“I don’t know,” I mumbled self-consciously. “They’re—”
“Dainty,” he finished, examining my bare toes thoroughly before running a finger along the underside and making me shudder. “Soft. Perfect.” His gaze sought mine and seemed to say, Just like you.
I leaned in to kiss him, and his mouth met mine eagerly. As my fingers cupped his face, he smooth
ed his fingers back up my leg, over my knee and along my thigh until he reached the top clasp and zipper of my jeans, which he began to unfasten.
