Page 46 of Nico
"No." She tried very hard to quiet the fluttering of her heart to no avail. The need for him was rising to incredible proportions. "I was drinking tea." She gestured to the cup, but he kept his eyes on her face.
"You look great."
She smiled skeptically. "You look better and overdressed. Why don't you come on over and let me change that?"
His smile was slow and sweet.
"That's actually a very good idea. You know how I hate these things."
He crossed the room and came to sit on the edge of the bed.
"You smell terrific."
"Took a warm bath."
"I wish I had been here." His hand lifted to tug at a strand of hair. "Tired?"
"Not anymore. You?"
"Revved."
"Good."
"You did promise to divest me of my clothing."
"I did, didn't I?" Shoving away the quilt and went on her knees in front of him. She got rid of the jacket and he simply tossed it tothe floor, mindless of the cost. Then she attacked the small pearl buttons.
"How many single and unattached women did you dance with?" She slid the shirt off and he tossed that too.
"Too many to count." He sat still and let her pull the undershirt up and over his head. "Some attached ones as well."
She ran her fingers over his chest, diving through the sprinkle of hairs and felt when his flesh quivered.
"How many invitations to take one to your place?"
"Several. I was fighting them off with a bat." He sucked in a breath when her fingers skimmed his flat belly before unhooking the belt and his zipper. "My sister felt sorry for me and came to my rescue."
"Hmm." Her eyes lifted to his as she dipped in to curve her fingers around the already hot and throbbing flesh. "Is that so? Trying to make me jealous?"
He could not form words. In fact, they were stuck inside his throat. And his brain wasn't functioning.
"What?"
She simply smiled and reminded him of a sultry seductress who knew damn well she had him beat.
"Never mind. You're going to have to stand."
"Why?" He stared at her puzzled and wondered if he should just drag her on his lap and begin the task of devouring her. The scent of her was driving him completely insane. Not to mention what she was doing with her fingers.
"Your shoes." Now she was leaning forward and nibbling on his lip. He was toast.
"You need to take off your shoes."
"Shoes?" His mind was blank, and he wondered why for a man of more than average intelligence, he kept repeating what she said.
With a low husky laugh, she eased back. "Stand and take off your shoes darling."
"Oh." He stared at her blankly for another few seconds before it registered.
