I bunched her shirt in my hand, pulling the fabric high enough to touch her bare skin. I spread my fingers wide on her lush body. I lifted my hands, drawing her shirt up until it snagged on her plump breasts. I moved my hands around to the front, pausing to rub circles below her breasts, and pulled back.
“Are you sure?” I whispered against her lips.
“You’ve seen me topless before,” she replied.
“Yes, but we were in my SUV, not my bedroom.”
She stepped back from me, her shirt falling back into place without my hands to hold it up. She reached the edge of her shirt and pulled it up and off in one motion.
I nearly lost all thoughts as she stood there in a pink lace bra with her gorgeous globes spilling over the top.
Then her hands went to her jeans, and I did lose all thought.
I hurried to catch up to her, dropping my shirt to the floor and unbuttoning my jeans to give my throbbing cock a bit of relief.
Her jeans hit the floor, and she stood in front of my bed in matching pink lace.
“Holy shit,” I breathed. “You’re gorgeous.”
Her cheeks darkened, the pleasure and shyness on her face a reminder of all the conversations we had before I knew who she was. The confessions about not being very good at dating and not wanting to date and men not choosing her once they knew who she was.
I was a lucky son-of-a-bitch. It was painful for her to go through that, but it gave me the chance to have her.
“Omar?”
All I could do was stare at her. My gaze slid down her body and back up, my cock thumping with every beat of my heart. I wanted her. More than I thought possible. More than I expected.
I was looking forward to our date, but I had no hope in mind that we might end up in my bedroom at the end of the night. It hadn’t crossed my mind. Now that it was here, I was stunned.
“Do you want me to…?” She reached for her clothes, avoiding my gaze.
“Dammit,” I hissed, closing the distance between us and grabbing her hand. “Natalie, no. I was trying to figure out how I got so lucky tonight.”
“I’m not anyone special.”
“Yes, you are. You are incredibly special.” I brought our joined hands to my lips. “You keep saying we don’t fit. That we’re not supposed to go together. And you’re right, but not in the way you think. I’m not worthy of you, Natalie.”
She scoffed.
“You can disagree, but I’ve been divorced. I thought I met the woman I was going to spend my life with. Coming to MacKellar Cove was running away. I thought if I hid here, I’d figure out my next move one day. But I fell in love with this town. I wanted to stay, but that was when I became interim mayor. I’d always kept my distance from others because I thought I’d be leaving. Then I was the boss of half the town and kept my distance because of the way people saw me. You are beloved. People adore you. When you stood up for me, people listened. I have a chance of winning this election because of you. Because no matter who is behind those stories, with your word, no one is going to doubt me.”
“I’m not important.”
I tucked her hair behind her ear. “But you are, Natalie. You’re so important. You’re more important than me because you’re changing things for the next generation of residents. You’re making this town better for families and kids. You are the one with the power and the authority here.”
She chuckled and shook her head. “I don’t have any power.”
“You do over me.”
Her eyes widened.
“I’m stalling right now because I know when I get my hands on you, I won’t be able to slow down. I’m going to lose my mind and the night will be over too fast.”
“Then we make sure the night lasts,” she said.
Before I could say anything else, she stepped into my arms and raised up on her toes. She kissed me soundly, pulling me down to her.
I responded instantly, needing to let out the passion she unleashed in me. Our movements were frantic, tugging at the last pieces of clothing we both wore. Her hands shoved at my jeans. I unhooked her bra. She wrapped her leg around my hip. I slid my hands into the back of her panties and cupped her perfect ass.