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“Are we good, Gary?” David disconnected the call. “Alrighty then.”
“I bet your wife will love you for that.”
“My wife? You got that wrong. Not married.”
“But you said the family car.”
“It would make a nice one, don’t you think?” He cupped her cheeks with his palms. “Super high safety rating.” He was going to use all his strength to not kiss her, but she grabbed him first. Before he knew it, her tongue was in his mouth and he was kissing her back.
They were all over each other, dancing around the entry of his house for minutes. While Tommy and Marissa were raiding his kitchen, David was making out with their friend. He broke the kiss and looked at her with complete and total surprise.
“I think I need you,” he rasped.
“I think I need you back,” she said.
“Tommy, Marissa, we’re going to bed.”
Chapter Five
Cara
The stairs up to the second floor curved into a grand staircase. They ended on a landing where Cara guessed the bedrooms were. She followed David left and passed two smaller bedrooms before they stopped at the end of the hallway.
He turned to Cara and took her face in his hands, kissing her again like he could no longer control himself. They were steps from the bedroom, but didn’t make it that far. His tongue swept her mouth, tasting, tagging every bit.
“Mmm,” he said. “You’re delicious.”
He stroked her hair away from her face and regarded her with a gentle adoration before pressing his lips to hers again. He swept her up off of her feet like she weighed nothing, which wasn’t true. She was a curvy girl, but felt light as a feather in his strong arms. He was a big, powerful man with arms that were hard and ripped. She guessed it must be from the drumming. His muscles had little give as she laid her head against them.
“Jiminy,” she murmured.
“No,” he said plainly, in a tender voice. “Jiminy is for make believe. This stuff is real. It’s about to get a lot more real if that’s what you want.”
He was asking her if she was clear about his intentions. She was super clear.
“Yes,” she said, tracing his lips with the tip of her finger and admiring their shape. So full and perfectly drawn.
He turned just right so that he could reach underneath her and turn the knob of his bedroom door. The light from the hallway spilled into the room. He walked forward and rested her on the bed. A quick glance around showed the room was decorated with rich espresso stained woods and white accents.
The bed spread was chenille, almost like etched terry cloth, soft and comfortable. He pressed his palms on either side of her, just stopping short of landing on top of her. He smiled down as she gazed up. So damn handsome. So compelling. This was one for the memory scrap book.
He ran his fingers through her hair while she threaded hers through his, which was soft and lovely to touch.
He tipped to his left so they were side by side. The hem of her dress was up around her waist, leaving her silk stockings and scrap of underwear open for viewing. She saw his eyes drop to check them out.
He ran his fingertips over her lace thong from her navel to her hip like he was fascinated.
She hooked her thumbs over the lace edge of her thigh-highs and began to roll them off.
He helped. He was gentle, careful not to tear them, but he clearly wanted them off her. He rolled off the bed and slipped them from her legs.
His breath sped up as he drew the lace panties off of her, leaving her naked from the waist down. He made quick work of removing her dress, then reached beneath her back, he found the clasp of her bra on the first try. She wondered if he was aware that he was a little too efficient at this. This thought almost instantly disappeared when his lips touched her skin.
Once she was completely nude, he bathed her body with his full and perfect lips. His kisses released a current of electricity each time they pressed against her skin.
Her breath was high and tight in her chest as the tension extended to her belly and to her very core. She ached for him. Needed him like the very oxygen she sucked in.
Fully clothed, he studied her body, stroking it, tasting it. Suckling her breasts until her nipples drew hard and pointed under his touch.
