Page 35 of One Steamy Night

When he finally released her mouth, he straightened and stared down at her. More heat than she could ever have imagined suffused her. She could only lie there, propped against her pillow, and stare back. No man had ever made her feel this way from a kiss. Desire was actually clawing at her and each breath she took caught on a surge of yearning so sharp it felt painful.

“I don’t think you have any idea how much I want you, Nadia.”

She had news for him. She doubted he knew how much she wanted him, too. Arousal coiled in the very core of her. She’d never considered herself an overly sexual being. Until him. Not in a million years would she have asked any man to give her one steamy night. However, she had done so with him.

“What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours, Nadia? You aren’t changing your mind about tonight, are you?”

She was surprised he’d asked. Most men would not have. They would have taken the ball she’d placed in their court and played it without caring that she might be having doubts. “No, I’m not changing my mind.”

He nodded and the serious expression on his face eased into a smile. “In that case, whose clothes come off first? Yours or mine?”

Knowing her answer would seal her fate, a fate she was looking forward to, she said, “Yours. More than anything I want to undress you, Jaxon.”

Thirteen

Nadia’s words did something to him. They fired up his libido even more. Undressing him was just one of the things he wanted her to do to him. “Then come undress me.”

His heart kicked up a notch and his erection pressed hard against the zipper of his pants when she eased off the bed and slowly walked over to him. He couldn’t help noticing just how uneven her breath was with every step she took. From the first, he’d thought her to be sexy as hell. That hadn’t changed. Although after tonight her place in his life still might be unclear to her, at least it would be a start.

And speaking of a start...she looked unsure about where and how to begin. Those earlier thoughts he’d had regarding her experience level returned. But then it honestly didn’t matter. He would gladly introduce her to everything any other man had fallen short in doing.

He stared down at her and she stared up at him. Her beautiful chocolate-brown eyes held a level of innocence he hadn’t expected. Then, as if the look in his eyes motivated her, she pushed the jacket from his shoulders and began unbuttoning his shirt. His heart rate increased with every button she touched. Moments later, when she eased his shirt from his trousers and it hung open, she seemed transfixed with his chest.

“I love a man with a hairy chest, Jaxon.”

He was glad to hear that. “What else do you love about a man?”

She switched her eyes from his chest to his face. “I love a man who cares enough about his health to stay in shape. You have nice abs as well.”

He chuckled at that. “Thanks. I think you have nice abs, too.”

She lifted a brow. “You’ve never seen my abs.”

“Yes, I have.”

“When?”

That wasn’t hard for him to recall. “The weekend I was in Westmoreland Country for Bane’s second set of triplets’ first birthday. You were getting out of their swimming pool.” The image of her in that two-piece bikini had permanently fried his brain. She had looked just that hot. “You looked sexy as hell.”

“You liked what you saw, did you?” she asked, tracing a slow path up and down his chest.

He couldn’t stop the sharp breath that escaped his lips. “I most certainly did. I liked it a lot.”

She tilted her head and looked at him questioningly. “Yet you never showed any sign of interest.”

Since he’d promised not to mention marriage again, he wouldn’t tell her that he’d decided the day they’d been introduced that she would be his wife. “The interest was there, Nadia. I’m just not a man who likes rushing into anything. That’s not my style.”

Nadia didn’t say anything to that. Instead, she lifted her hands to push his shirt off his shoulders. Then she lowered her hands to his belt, but not before again tracing a path through the hair on his chest. She’d obviously been serious when she said she liked a hairy chest.

Jaxon was trying hard to keep his control in check when she unbuckled his belt and eased it from the loops. He almost stopped breathing when her hands went to his zipper to slide it down. Because of his erection, her doing so wasn’t an easy task. He glanced down and watched her, saw the determined look on her face and hoped like hell she didn’t ask him to suck it in. There was no way he could.

When she’d finally slid the zipper all the way down, she looked up at him and met his gaze with a huge smile of accomplishment on her face.

“Now what?” he asked, thinking just how much he loved her.

“Your shoes and socks have to go before I can tackle your pants and briefs.”

“Okay,” he said, thinking he definitely didn’t have a problem with her tackling anything when it came to him.

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