Page 36 of It's You
“I had a decorator come up from Boston to make recommendations,” he said, running a free hand over the rustic table in the kitchen.
“From Boston?” she asked, trying not to sound impressed.
He shrugged. “I worked in Boston for years.”
“I went to school there,” said Darcy. “Harvard. Botany.”
“I remember.” He gave her a tight smile. “Um,hearingthat. I remember hearing that you studied there.”
“What did you do there?” she asked, anxious to learn more about him.
“Security. Private security.”
“Like a bodyguard?”
He seemed surprised and chuckled a little, facing her. “Sort of. I had more duties than that, but it was part of the job, yes.”
“You’re certainly big enough,” she said, feeling her cheeks get hot and probably color red as she realized what she’d said.
“Is that right?” he asked, his thumb lightly stroking hers, doing crazy things to her stomach.
“I-I just mean…you’re in good shape.”
He raised his eyebrows, giving her an amused grin. She knew she was crimson now. She wasn’t making things any better.
“What’s through there?” she asked, gesturing to an old-fashioned swinging door.
“Dining room,” he said, pulling her back into the living room toward the stairs. “But you’ll see it at dinner. Want to see the upstairs too?”
She loved his house and was dying to check out every inch, but looked down instead. Their smoking hot kiss in the garage and her recent observations about his body made her wonder if seeing the bedrooms in his house was such a good idea when she had so many questions that still needed answers.
He dropped her hand, sensing her shyness. “I won’t touch you. Promise.”
She looked up at him and grinned, hands on her hips.
What if I want you to?she teased.
Do you?
What if?
Your wish is my command.
He grinned back at her wickedly, grabbing her waist and pulling her up against his body. His teasing eyes went dark and intense as he captured hers.
Is this what you want?he asked.
She shook her head.No. This is what I want.
She reached up around his neck and pulled his head down to her, pressing her lips against his, all traces of teasing vanishing as the warm velvet of his lips captured hers. He wound his hand through her hair, bunching it at the back of her head, holding her head back so that his mouth could pillage hers. She leaned into him, and his hands released her hair, skimming down her back to grab her hips and pull her tighter into his embrace.
She gasped as she felt the thickening of his erection against her pelvis, growing inside his jeans, evidence that he wanted her as much as she wanted him. She suddenly had the insane urge to drop her hands from his neck and touch him there, press hertrembling fingers against the taut, hard flesh that she ached to feel inside her body.
Wait!Her mind screamed a warning, trying desperately to block out the knee-weakening sensations of his lips and tongue loving hers.You’re thinking about sex, and that’s exactly where this is leading.
And she had a sudden thought that sex was exactly where she wanted the night to go. She wanted him to pick her up and carry up the stairs to his bedroom. She wanted him to undress her in the firelight and press his lips to every inch of her hot, panting body. She wanted that hot thickness to thrust inside of her, and she’d scream out his name, making up for all the years she longed for him to return to her. To return to her. God, how she wanted him.
She unlaced her fingers, digging them into his thick hair and moaning into his mouth as his hands slipped under her sweater, thumbs and forefingers massaging the skin of her waist insistently, moving closer to the button of her jeans.
