Page 16 of Big Deal Sweetheart

“No, I haven’t changed my mind.” To prove her point, she lifted one hand and rested it on his chest, wondering if he had any chest hair.

“Not on your life, sweetheart.” He smiled down at her. “I’ll admit it’s been a little while since I’ve seduced a woman.”

She smiled back. “It’s been a while for me too.” She bet it was a lot longer for her than him. And even if it had only been a few months, for him, not her, she was more than ready.

Keifer cradled her face in his palms, his eyes holding hers as his lips covered hers. Good lord, the man could make her almost come from his kisses alone.

He growled something too low for her to make out, sweeping her up into his arms like she weighed nothing and carried her over to the bed. Without putting her down, he jerked the cover down before placing her on the edge. Her pulse sped up as he knelt at her feet.

“What are you doing?” she asked breathlessly.

“Trying to decide what to take off first. If I take the sweater off first, I might lose my head, but if I take your pants off, I’m liable to do the same.” He shook his head, sitting back on his haunches.

“How about you take your clothes off and I take mine, that way we’re both naked at the same time?” she suggested, really wanting to see all of him as soon as possible.

He stood in a smooth motion, his hands going to the buttons of his shirt. “I like the way you think.”

She wiggled backward, getting onto her knees so she could work the sweater off while still being able to take in him and his glorious body. Damn, he was a bronzed god. Her mouth went dry just looking at his smooth chest with the thin line of hair above the waist of his slacks. She had no doubt that was a trail that would lead to a whole lot of pleasure.

Her sweater landed next to his shirt and then while she eased her leggings down, leaving her in the lacy black bra and thong, he shucked his slacks and briefs. Holy shit. She’d known he was big, had seen the outline behind his zipper. Yet now, with him naked, his cock free, she was glad she wasn’t a virgin, because holy lord, he was not something she’d have wanted ripping through her untried body. Well, okay, she totally would’ve. Every inch of him was perfect. She almost let insecurities send her scurrying under the covers. Her ex’s voice telling her she wasn’t fit enough, wasn’t pretty enough nearly doused her arousal. However, it was the heat and need in Keifer’s gaze that kept her rooted to the spot.

“Fuck, you’re utter perfection.” Keifer wiped a hand down his mouth.










Chapter Five

Keifer wasn’t surewhat he wanted to kiss, lick, or touch first. Shit, it was taking all his control not to rip the last shreds of lacy fabric from Nova’s body. Perfection might have been an understatement when it came to her and her body. She wasn’t model thin, or model tall. She was a pocket Venus with curves meant for a woman’s body. Hell, she couldn’t be more than five foot three or four, with an hourglass figure. Her stomach was flat, toned with hips that flared out slightly for a man’s hands, his hands. And her breasts were definitely more than a handful. He hadn’t gotten a good glimpse of her ass, but he’d bet it was nice and round. Everything about her was firm, and again, the word perfect came to mind when it came to her.

“You’re making me nervous, staring at me like that,” she whispered.

He palmed one breast, thumbing one stiff peak through the lace. “You’re so beautiful, sweetheart.” Keifer gripped both breasts in his palms, weighed them, drawing his thumbs over the peaks, wondering if they were pink or not.

“I need to see all of you,” he growled and released one to work the catch behind her free.

Nova helped him take the bra off, then he tucked his fingers in the sides of her panties, drew them down her legs, tossing the small scrap somewhere on the floor behind him. He pulled her into his arms, kissing her again, feeling her smooth flesh against his.

Son-of-a-bitch, his dick was so hard it bumped against her stomach. “I want you,” he muttered, fisting a handful of hair in his hand.