She leans back against my chest and looks up at me over her shoulder. Something I’ve longed to see twinkles in her eyes. “How easy? How relaxed?”
I stop breathing for a moment. My angel is a seductress. The universe might now hate me after all.
“You’re killing me, angel.” I briefly close my eyes to break her spell. I’m an idiot. The biggest on the planet. “You wanna get a shower before we go to bed?”
Her pink lips part with a small gasp. It’s cute and sweet. It’s part of her seductress spell. I’m sure of it. She can have sweet for a moment. I press my lips to hers. Whatever she was about to say can wait. Her lips slowly move with mine. The tip of her tongue lightly brushes my bottom lip, activating her little spell again. When she tries to turn her body to fully face me, I lift my head, ending the kiss.
“Shower?” I ask again.
“A quick one.”
“Nothing quick here, angel.”
She sucks in a breath. I lead her up the stairs and walk her backward down the hall to my bedroom door without breaking eye contact. Our bedroom now. I push the door open and walk her one step inside.
“Go.” I give her another quick kiss and nudge her toward the bathroom.
While she showers in the master bathroom, I grab a pair of sleep pants and quickly shower in the guest bathroom. I check the doors. Both are locked. Rodeo has a key to my house. He’s crashed here so often at one point he might as well have moved in with me.
A quick call to Jay confirms everything’s quiet and fine. I return to the bedroom and sit on the foot of the bed. Tonight, we’re sleeping in this room, in this bed. There will be no girl sleepover party in the living room tonight. My back still hurts from sleeping in the recliner.
My eyes dart to the closed bathroom door. I’d love to be in there with her. One night in my house and not even in my bed is too soon to be taking showers with her. Or is it? The water shuts off before I can find out.
Her little seductress spell weaves around me the moment she steps into the bedroom. Last night, she wore pajama pants with a matching long-sleeve top. The shortie pajama set she’s wearing now is designed to kill a man. She’s a dream standing there barefoot, with long legs and thick thighs. Yep, I just might die tonight.
When one foot lifts and rubs over the top of the other, and her hands tremble, I’m on my feet.
“Come on, angel. Let’s relax.” I walk her to the side of the bed and pull back the covers.
“And take it easy,” she adds as she slides between the sheets.
“As easy as you need.” I slide in next to her.
Wrapping an arm around her, I pull her to my side. She curls into me and rests her head on my shoulder. Her fingertips gently trace over the tattoos on my chest. Both bedside lamps are on their lowest setting, allowing her to study the designs.
“I knew you had tattoos on your chest.” She softly presses her lips to one.
Yep. I’m a dead man. “You been picturing me shirtless, angel?” This is the first time it’s happened.
She grins and lifts one shoulder. “Maybe.”
Oh, there’s no maybe to it. From the gleam in her eyes, she’s not only imagined, she’s had fantasies, too. Good to know, cause so have I.
Her lips press against another tattoo. Light kisses follow the design up my chest. Before she reaches my neck, I raise up, pin her to the mattress, and claim those tempting lips with mine.
“Jack,” she says my name with a ragged breath.
“Yeah, angel. I’ll take care of that.”
But first, wanna see my fantasy. Wrapping an arm around her waist, I lay back and flip her over me.
“Jack!” That gasp was all surprise.
“You look beautiful up there, angel.”
“You’re crazy.”
“You like my crazy.”