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“Yes. You?”
“Yes, once, I kept expecting it to fall off the track, so never ever again. Have you always lived here in New Highland? Did you ever go anywhere?”
His eyes raked her bare legs as he pulled down his slacks. “Never moved away, stayed for higher ed, post-doc overseas but came back, travel once a season to conferences.” A white pair of soft boxer briefs came down and flew off at a flick of his wrist. “You?”
“Seattle for college, stayed in my folks’ home—Wallingford neighborhood—early degree.” She twisted the hem of her pajama top, aware that she was stalling. “Went for PhD, recruited from MCU in the middle of it, finished masters degree.”
“Only masters?” His eyes shot to her face, diverted. She realized he was asking if she’d finished her dissertation and completed her doctorate.
“TineeSoft had me go to full time so that cut it short. Might finish it one day. Burned out though and stuck around to pay up loans. I like traveling.”
Bastian’s focus returned to her body. It zeroed in to where her hands clutched her top down over her hips. She kept the last barrier between them as she made her way over to the stereo and turned down the music so she could hear herself talk.
“I went to see Owen down South,” she babbled on. “Calvin sometimes drags me along on his biking adventures. I’ve been—Oh damn, Bastian.”
It was no use trying to diffuse the sexual tension with autobiographical talk. The man was just standing there, rigid with it. He seemed completely unaware of being naked, of how utterly studly his arms were, his torso, all that black hair on him, and god, his cock. He seemed absolutely uninterested in his own physique—no, he was focused fully on her, eyes burning over her thighs.
It was uncanny how she was sure she could read his mind.Shut up. Get that top off, woman. Must see more flesh.She fiddled with the flannel, still not sure.
“This doesn’t seem fast to you?”
He shook his head, started walking, and said succinctly, “Permission.”
“For what?” As if she didn’t know.
“To unwrap you. Touch you.” He could easily reach out and get started—many guys would—but he kept himself tightly restrained.
That kind of control was almost irresistible.
What the hell. The gifts were almost fully unwrapped at this point.
She started work on the flannel-covered buttons. The pajama top parted, then slid away from her shoulders and fell on the floor. That left her panties.
She would have conceded this final bit too, except he was already there, squatting at her feet. He ran a finger across the triangular cloth, and then pressed his mouth onto it and breathed in deeply. Quite clearly sampling Aroma of Paula.
The last person she would have expected to be into lady scents? Bastian Spencer.
He pulled back. “Permission.”
“Fine, yes. Go forth,” she choked, coinciding with his mouth opening.Verywide. She felt teeth take hold, then a deep, sucking pressure. Bastian sucked her in, her whole mound, tasting her through the damn cloth.
“Oh, um.”This was a surprise. Conservative, “stuffy” Bastian stayed down there and angled his face into her pelvis and sucked and sucked, pulling all those tingling sensitive parts into his mouth. Right through her holiday panties. She staggered a little. “Whoa!”
He stabilized her and then he rose, his big hands moved along her back, and up into the air she soared.
She flailed, grabbing for his neck. This was the second time Bastian had picked her up. The last person to do it before him had been a guy in college, and he’d done it to impress her as a romantic gesture, not to haul her away with caveman intent, as so.
She stared at Bastian’s set face, while he stared fixedly at her breasts, swaying as he carried her. She had always had a thing for strong guys who unleashed their strength in controlled movements.
But she wasn’t sure what she thought about the tits fixation.
“Going caveman on me?” she ventured.
Instantly his eyes flew to hers. “Shit. Is this all right?”
“Just asking, you can proceed.” She let her head fall back and closed her eyes, enjoying the trip. “As long as you don’t forget those come with a Paula.”
“No chance of that,” he said roughly. He rounded the door of her bedroom, leaving the door open. He settled her on the bed and joined her. “I had a bad night. This was all I thought about.” To her astonishment he leaned forward and adjusted her glasses straighter on her nose. “I’ve spent a lot of time next door imagining you exactly like this.”
