She was about to knock again when the door suddenly opened and Link stood in front of her, with no shirt and only an old pair of jeans hanging off his hips. His feet were bare, his hair was all over the place as if he’d been running his hands through it, and there was a five-o’clock shadow on his chiseled jaw.
He didn’t say anything, but he didn’t need to. Desire sprang into his eyes at about the same moment she glanced back up at him.
“I couldn’t wait until tomorrow,” she said, her voice catching because she was that overcome with something she was too scared to name.
Link, still silent, stood to the side and gave her room to walk by him. She heard the door close and shrugged out of her jacket, leaving it to pile at her feet.
“Christ,” he muttered roughly.
And then his hands were on the small of her back, and that something inside her relaxed and expanded until her entire body was awash in sensation. God, it felt as if her blood was on fire.
Link pulled her back until she was pressed into him. He moved her hair off her neck and kissed that spot behind her ear, the one that made her knees buckle. His mouth was hot, and she shivered at his touch.
“I like you in blue.”
“I know,” she managed to reply.
Thankfully, he held her, or she would have fallen into a puddle at his feet. All that from the whisper of a touch. He paused, blowing hot air where his mouth had just been, before the pads of his fingers gently caressed her shoulders, then reached around to cup her breasts.
“You mind if I rip it off you?”
“Not at all.”
“That’s my girl.”