Page 63 of So Right
Chapter Twelve
It was tempting to throw herself into his lap, but Kelsey waited for him to come around the Jeep and help her out of the car. She picked up her purse and shoes as he swung the door open. Then he picked her up as if she weighed nothing and she twined her arms around his neck. He shut the door with his foot and carried her to the house.
He stopped on the porch. “Crap, I have to set you down to unlock the door.”
“I can do it. Keys in your pocket?” At his nod, she reached into his pants and pulled out his keys. Her hand grazed the steel of his erection.
“Um, a little to the right?” he urged.
She smiled as she reached over and unlocked the door. He pushed inside and set her down, then shut the door and locked it. That was pretty much all she could stand.
Dropping her shoes and purse over the back of the couch, she stood on her toes to kiss him. He met her more than halfway. He wrapped his arms around her and lifted her against his chest, his mouth plundering hers in desperate abandon.
She hiked up her dress and wrapped her legs around his waist. He groaned and carried her forward, taking her in the direction of the bedroom. His bedroom.
Once he’d reached his destination, she unwrapped her legs from him and slid down his body.
He pulled his mouth from hers. “Why’d you do that?” His lips tracked along her jaw.
She pushed his coat from his shoulders, and he shrugged it to the floor. “To undress you, silly.” She tugged at the knot of his tie and loosened the fabric, then pulled it free. She went to work unbuttoning his shirt. “Although I sort of hate to do that, because you look so damn hot. Please find another reason to dress up soon.”
“I will wear this every day if it turns you on.”
After she had all his buttons free, she rubbed her hand against his face and kissed him briefly before tugging on his lower lip with her teeth. “And don’t shave. I like the scruff.”
“Right, you said that. I’ll never shave again,” he rasped, claiming her mouth in a heart-stopping kiss.
She drew away long enough to say, “Never say never. Honestly, you’re sexy without it too.”
He kissed along her throat, and she cast her head back. “If you’re trying to seduce me, allow me to let you in on a secret: I’m a sure thing.”
She laughed, tangling her fingers in his hair. “I should’ve realized that earlier. The way you were looking at me… I was certain my clothes would melt off.”
“Now that’s a superhero trait I wouldn’t mind.” He licked the spot just beneath her ear, causing her to shiver. “Alas, I’m going to have to do this the old-fashioned way. And as much as I hate to divest you of this incredibly sexy dress, it’s kind of in my way.” His fingers found the zipper at her back and eased it down, exposing her flesh.
She retaliated by pushing his shirt off and reaching for his belt buckle.
He arched a brow at her. “Oh, we’re going for that now, are we?”
She lifted a shoulder and gave him a saucy stare. “Seems fair.”
He growled just before he kissed her again. This one was hotter and wetter than the others. It stoked the fire within her until she was moaning into his mouth. His hands dove beneath the open back of her dress and massaged her flesh. His fingers flicked at her bra strap until it came loose.
She whipped his belt off with a whoosh and cast it aside. Then she felt for the button on his pants. Her knuckles grazed his erection through the fabric, and she got distracted. She rubbed her hand against him as desire pulsed through her.
His hips came forward, pressing into her hand, and she increased her pressure. He backed away from the kiss and pushed her dress off her shoulders. She helped him pull it down and shimmied out of it before kicking it aside. He swept her bra off, tossing it away, then brought his hands up to cup her breasts.
The second he touched her, she closed her eyes and moaned. He flicked her nipples lightly, then massaged them with what felt like the pad of his thumbs. Sensation pooled and built from those peaks, sending wild desire arcing through her. Then there was heat and moisture. Her eyes flew open. He was bent over her, his mouth and tongue teasing her breast.
She arched back but couldn’t keep herself upright. She turned and fell back on the bed, taking him with her.
He wrapped his arms around her and broke her fall against the mattress. He landed beside her instead of crushing her with his weight. He’d moved quickly, thoughtfully. And now purposefully as he rose over her and rededicated his attention to her breasts. His mouth tantalized one while his fingers pulled and played with the other. He was focused and intense, stirring a pleasure she’d never experienced. She hadn’t realized this sort of foreplay could drive her so close to an orgasm, but that was exactly how it felt.
Heat flooded her core, and she pivoted her hips toward him, seeking his touch, seeking release. His hand skimmed down her abdomen, stoking her arousal to even greater heights. He found the edge of her underwear and tugged them down. She wriggled her hips to help him, and a moment later, she lay nude beside him.
But he was still wearing pants. And a T-shirt. She pushed at him and turned so that she could grasp the hem. The position was awkward, but she didn’t have to do much. He sat up and pulled the garment over his head, then threw it across the room.
“Pants, please,” she said, her voice husky and dark.
