Page 53 of The Last Love Song
Or would that be uncover?
A little of both, maybe.
“Really?” She stood still as the song ended and a new tune played. “I think we both know what you want, Mayor.”
“If you knew, you’d be calling me by my first name.” He leaned away from her just long enough to reach over the car and switch off the ignition. He pocketed the keys.
“Maybe it turns me on to remember your position of power and authority,” she whispered in his ear when he returned to her.
Knowing she was teasing him didn’t begin to dull his body’s response.
“In that case, you can forget about using my first name.” He backed her toward the house, keeping a tight grip on her waist just in case she stumbled in the dark.
Also, because she felt so incredible against him.
“I have to let go for a minute.” He eased away from her slightly to pull out his cell phone and disarm the home alarm system.
“You are high-tech.” She twined an arm through his, her cheek pressed against his shoulder as she watched him key in the codes.
“I called my digital security company Fortress Nine. With a name like that, I can’t afford to get hacked or have any break-ins. Too much bad PR.”
“I’ll let the local crooks know to stay away.” She followed him in as he opened the front door and switched on lights in the small foyer.
“You’re on a first-name basis with Heartache’s criminal element?” He locked the heavy double doors and used the commands on his phone to lower blinds all over his house while she tugged off her sweater.
“Actually, yes. A lot of them come to the rec department to do their community-service hours.” She peered around the corner into the living room. “Most of them are young guys, though. I’m sure they’ll sort themselves out.”
He guessed that nerves were setting in, no matter how much she wanted this night. In the darkened living room, she stood in front of the fireplace, staring at a photograph of his sister on the mantel.
He definitely didn’t want to think about Ellie right now. So, right when Heather opened her mouth to say something, he covered her lips with a kiss.
Thankfully, she seemed to agree with that, her body sinking into his as if she’d been waiting for him. He reached behind her to flip the switch on the fireplace, starting the flame to warm up the room.
And so he could see her.
She was lovely in the firelight, a handful of pale freckles dotting her nose and cheeks. Her baseball jersey had twisted to one side, the neckline gaping wide. He could see the light pink strap of her bra, right down to where it met the satin cupping one full, beautiful breast.
His whole body caught flame faster than the blaze in the hearth.
He pulled away from her just enough to notice her blue eyes were bright and unfocused. Her lips bee-stung and damp from his kiss.
“I might have used up all my restraint that time at your house when you kissed me.” His heart slugged so hard he thought she must hear it, echoing the truth of the words.
“I didn’t want any restraint then,” she said slowly. Clearly. “And I don’t want it now.”
The brakes were off with him and Heather Finley.
It was the only coherent thought in his head.
He pulled her to him, his mouth dropping to the pink satin strap to feast on her skin. She gripped his shoulders hard, her nails digging into the fabric of his jacket. He hadn’t guessed how much passion lurked beneath her organized, capable surface. Not until she’d started singing tonight. But now he knew. He sensed it in her hungry kisses and heard it in her throaty sighs as she tugged at his clothes, pulling the jacket down his shoulders and off.
His fingers worked on the buttons of her jersey, sliding them free one by one until she stood in front of him in nothing but her jeans and a few scraps of pink satin. She trembled everywhere he touched her, her whole body vibrating with a need he couldn’t wait to fulfill. He peeled the bra straps down her shoulders.
And not just for himself. Hell, he thought she might burst into flame if he didn’t touch her soon. Her skin flamed hot. Her fingers quivered as she unfastened his belt and splayed a handalong his abdomen. His muscles twitched in answer, more than ready to give her what she wanted.
Lifting her up, he carried her to the leather sofa closest to the fireplace. Her legs wrapped around him, bringing all her feminine warmth against the throbbing length of him. Every step he took told him just how damn perfect it would feel to be deep inside her.
When he tried to set her down, she wouldn’t let go, her legs locked tight around his waist while she worked the buttons of his shirt.
