AllFreeNovel
Share Us
She wanted to be taken down.
“You’re the only one I want touching me. I need your hands, your mouth, your everything on me.”
“I’m not going to last if you keep talking like that.” Slowly, his fingers moved sensual circles around her exposed breast, ruching her nipples, driving her wild. No one was going to last.
“Così bella,” he whispered, followed by a stream of Italian she didn’t understand and didn’t need to. It sent arrows of want to her sex.
Her fingers got busy with his belt, deftly separating the buckle and pin.
“Not so fast,” he said, pushing her hands away.
“Yes, fast. I want you now.”
Before she could re-apply her avaricious fingers to his zipper, he yanked up her dress, hoisted her up and around his hips, and strode to the bedroom. The sheer manliness of it thrilled and annoyed her equally.
“Against the door was fine,” she said impatiently.
“Nope.”
“Then the kitchen table.”
“Not a chance.”
She bit back a horny girl’s sigh. “Sofa?”
“First time’s in a bed.”
The bed was unmade. “Only time.”
“We’ll see.”
“Stop being so cocky.”
“Stop being so stubborn.” He fitted his mouth over hers and backed her against the wall just outside her bedroom. She felt every inch of his hardness grind into her softness. He wanted her to know how much he wanted her.
She liked that. No mind games, just lust in its most concentrated form.
“Don’t fight me on this,” he said after he let her come up for air. “I’ll always win.”
“God, your lines are terrible.”
“Brat.”
That drew her smile. She loved how he took everything she gave him without taking offense. Tad was comfortable enough in his own skin to recognize that a woman with desires and needs was not a threat to his masculinity.
No wonder he was popular.
“Grab the light,” he muttered between brain-melting kisses as they crashed into her bedroom.
She reached for it, glad that it turned on the more atmospheric lamps rather than the garish overhead. He placed her on the floor near the end of the bed, which had not magically made itself in the last two minutes. What must he think of her?
He’s about to get lucky. He’s not worried about the slatternly bed linens.
With a practiced motion, he unzipped, and her dress fell away in one fluid drop. It puddled at her feet, and she stepped out of it, feeling like Venus emerging from the shell. She would let him take care of her already soaked panties.
Now for the dreaded appraisal. She wasn’t the kind of woman who was overly conscious of her body but dinosaurs had been roaming the earth the last time a man had seen her naked. Her hands went instantly to her stomach, over those last few pounds of pregnancy weight clinging like accordion folds to her bones. She could probably fit a baby joey in there but at least she had the girls to compensate. Since breastfeeding, she had gone up a full cup size; they weren’t so pert anymore but the way that muscle at the corner of Tad’s mouth twitched told her that wouldn’t be a problem.
From under her lashes, she assessed him as he undressed. Was there anything sexier than a guy pulling off his tie?
