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“Because you’re really not stupid, Sonya. But he did hurt you. Even if it was only your pride, your ego, your sense of trust, he hurt you.”
“Cleo said about the same. Maybe I should try to fix you up with Cleo.”
“I like her, but I’m interested in someone else.”
“After all that?”
“More after all that, actually.”
He took a step toward her. The phone jammed out with “Let’s Do It Tonight.”
When she laughed, he drew her in. Slow. In a kind of glide that had her heart bounding into her throat, then dropping down to her toes.
He watched her as his hands slid from her shoulders, down herarms. Watched her as he eased her just a fraction closer. Watched still as his lips brushed hers, just brushed.
She lost her sense of time and place as he took the kiss deep. Slow, sumptuously slow and deep.
Her knees didn’t go weak. She thought they might have dissolved, but the hands on her hips kept her upright as his mouth woke every nerve in her body.
“Oh. Well,” she managed. “I was hoping that would work.”
“I’m good with taking things slow if you want some time.”
“I really don’t.”
With a hand at the back of his neck, she drew him down to her again.
“If we keep this going, we’ll end up on the kitchen floor.” He nipped his teeth at the side of her throat and sent those awakened nerves snapping. “And the dogs’ll be all over us. I can let them out or we go upstairs.”
“I vote for bed.” Wanting him, wanting her hands on him, she tugged him from the room. “It’s a really nice bed. The dogs can share Yoda’s.”
He stopped, twice, driving her a little more crazy each time. The dogs trotted up ahead of them.
“You said sex with the dickhead was fine.”
“I did?”
“Yes. Do you want to retract or amend that statement?”
“I can wish I hadn’t said it, but no. It’s accurate.”
He circled her into the bedroom. “I can do better than fine.”
“You already are. I might be a little rusty, but I’m pretty sure it’s all going to come back to me.”
Linking her arms around his neck, she pressed her body to his.
“It already is.”
In the flickering light of the fire, the low light of the lamp, he ran his hands under her sweater, up her back. He took his time learning the body he’d imagined far too often over the last weeks.
Something about her. Something.
Now she hummed low in her throat as his hands roamed. Now he felt her skin warm under the trail of his fingers.
“Nice sweater.” She quivered, just a little, as he drew it up and off.
“Yours, too.” Easing it up his body, she sighed.
